Flying W Things

Katy wanted me to go fishing on Saturday. Who am I to argue? I decided to go in the afternoon so that I could go to the kids’ gymnastics class in the morning. They seemed to have fun:

When we got home I got packed up and headed for my local trout stream. Yes, there are local trout streams in Los Angeles – and since this one is hardly a secret I don’t think I’m going to ruin the place by talking about it. Part of Piru Creek runs between two reservoirs – Pyramid Lake and Piru Lake – and they keep enough water in it year-round to support a trout population. Access is about ten minutes off Interstate 5 on what used to be California 99. It’s kind of funny – you come to a point blocked off with big stanchions and start walking up an abandoned four-lane highway to go fishing:

It gets pretty crowded and hot in the summer, but this time of year it’s still pretty nice during the day. I was there in the middle of the day, which is not really prime fishing time, but it was fun. I managed to haul in a couple whoppers just before I needed to get going:

This shot was carefully composed to remove any sense of scale. Since I know you’re curious, it barely stuck out both sides of my hand while I was taking the hook out. Piru Creek may be full of trout but many of them are tiny. A few minutes later I did catch another, bigger fish. Really. Anyway, for those of you who flyfish, I caught both fish on a prince nymph.