Living in the City
Iíve been living in Truckee for roughly nineteen years, having come here from San Francisco in late 1999. Although Iím someone who likes cities, particularly the creative energy inherent in such places, Iíve never in any way regretted the move ďup the hill.Ē One huge reason why is that within a few minutes, I can be on the water and fishing anytime I feel motivated to do so.
This past Fatherís Day, though, I was down in the Bay Area visiting my dad, and I had a sudden realization while gazing at the bay and the Golden Gate from the East Bay hills. I missed the place. For sure, traffic was hellacious and prices high, but these qualities, if one can call them that, apply as well to Truckee. What I missed, ironically, was the fishing.
Although there are wild rainbows hidden in the nooks of Bay Area streams, the trout fisheries there are mostly stocked, and for someone like me, who grew up in the Sierra, not that interesting. Much more fascinating are the saltwater environs, such as the beaches along the San Mateo County coast, or the spots where stripers school in the North Bay, or the docks that draw jacksmelt. Catching fish on a fly in these types of places requires curiosity, research, skill, doggedness, patience, and more than a little luck. Fishing Bay Area salt waters literally forces one to step into the unknown. Itís a challenge, an adventure, something I enjoyed like heck and still want to do. And if I had never resided there, I would never have experienced it.
The lesson, I suppose, is that even if you arenít living in the mountains, you can likely find intriguing places to throw a fly within a reasonable drive of where you live. Look for the streams that cross under the highways, the ponds in parks, the flood-control channels that flow year-round. Or, to put it more simply: look. Just look. You might be surprised, and even impressed, by what you find.
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