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“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”   ―     Bob Marley

Northern California, off I-5 through Redding another 20 to 30 minutes will get you to the town of Lewiston in Trinity County. With a population of just over a thousand in 20 square miles, life is slow and easy. We’re back again to see what fresh water fishing adventures we can find. We’re towing Deans 13′ whaler behind us and hauling along our trout and bass dreams. Those of ulua and oio are stashed away for now. When the elixir flows after dinner they’ll surface along with the debates we’ve repeated for the last thirty plus years of our lives. We can’t help it, it’s what fishermen do.









Seventeen years ago I came up here with Dean for what we were calling at the time “My last hurrah!” I was getting married in a month and it appeared my days of packing a duffel and rod case to disappear for a week or so were going to be lot less frequent, if they happened at all…

Magical, is the only way I can describe that trip. We caught fish everywhere we stopped. Strictly fly-fishing mind you, as much as I love the style I’ve never been a prolific fly caster by anyone’s standards. So to catch fish at each stop, river mouth, little stream, fast water, slow lazy water, it was beyond what I could have ever realistically hoped for! Was this a sign? If so, what did it mean?

This trip we fought a headwind all the way up the coast, it wasn’t until we turned into Redding and headed west towards Trinity that we got into more normal air. Redding is a typical rural Californian town, for us fishermen though, you can’t ignore the river as you pass through. The river, the “Upper Sac” as they call it, refers to the northern regions of the Sacramento river that meander through the state and is particularly prominent in Redding. Big water, typically fished from a drift boat or from the occasional low banks that allow one to toss a shiner or worm out with a spinner.

Five and a half hours and we are finally there! Turn on the utilities, flush the water system, turn on the fridge and we’re good to go! Down to the lake for a shake down run in the whaler to make sure everything’s as it should be before we hit the big lake later in the week. Fly fishing purists would be appalled, but, we tied some “needlefish” spoons on our fly rods to troll for trout! What the heck, our spin rods are all 6 to 7 foot so the 9 foot fly rods gave us a much more efficient spread between our lines. Laugh all you want, but it works!




Lewiston Lake, the smaller of two lakes in the immediate area, with about 750 acres of surface area sits just below the hillside where we would be staying for the next few nights. We had just tied up the whaler next to the launch the night before so it was a matter of minutes after we stepped out the door that we were in the boat headed out. I’ll let my buddy Dean describe the morning on the water.

“Next morning we hit the lake again, but still no flow going through. Trolled a bunch with no success then decided to head up to the north end and do some “Scotty fishing”. This method entails northern cali type driftboat fishing. Light lines (4lb) on a 2lb leader with a floaty egg and some real salmon eggs attached on a small lead splitshot. We took a few strikes but no hookups except for many encounters with the bottom as we were not getting any kind of drift. So screw dat. We went in for lunch and decided to suit up and hit the fabled trinity river fly-water 5 minutes away.”

Hiking and wading with a fly rod in hand, my absolute fave form of fresh water fishing, nothing like it!! For me it’s not all about the catching, just something about the serenity, the sound of the river and trees, reading the water looking for those little rifts or big rocks that create a slack water where the fish will hold. I suppose part of the draw is the amount of finesse and technique one needs to master to effectively present a dry fly well enough for a fish to want to take it. Not easy, but, so beautiful when done well.

“We cast small dries into the pocket water below a big pool and had our share of dinks fight over the floating candies. Joel said he saw a monster fish rise and check out his little hooked struggling smolt then slowly disappear. I thought to put a big ol’ trinity wooly bugger and strip it across and down. Joel did this for 15 minutes without a hit so we moved downstream. We came to a nice pool/run just below a riffle that looked nice and fishy. We cast a few times with no takers. Then, a big silver shadow moved up from the bottom to stick his nose out and check out the increasing hatch of caddis and baetis bugs that were floating by. It appeared he didn’t take anything off the top: I figured he wanted something more substantial for his trouble. I tied Joel on to a Herb Burton T-Bone, a fly that had taken me a 6lb. brown many years ago. Joel worked him for awhile but no takers. After a while, Joel said to try him. The riverbank was tight behind us, lots of casts into the bushes, not much room for a nice long reach and drift. finally, I remembered how to roll cast again and got the big dry down the lane. I never experienced a large steelie coming back more than a couple times to take a dry, but this one did. I missed him two or three times until I told myself to let him take it and put his head underwater before striking. After about an hour he cooperated and we had a fish on!”

I had just walked back up to where Dean was still working the run trying to get the big shadow to come up to take his fly again. I sat on the bank to rest and watched Dean casting. He told me that while I was gone downstream he had missed the fish yet again. I sat listening to the sound of the stream and Deans fly rod and line whooshing through the air. Then, a flash, a huge silver log appeared, sucked his fly in and rolled over towards the far bank, I held my breath for a second, then Dean lifted the tip of his rod and yelled as his reel started to scream! The rod was a 5wt Sage re-wrapped by our buddy Keith, a 5x tippet made for a challenging fight. It took all of ten minutes to get the fish to the net, which was actually way too small for this rather long chrome slab! Steelhead, ocean going rainbow trout, a real beauty for sure. One we will remember forever….I gently eased her back in the water, a few seconds later she shook her head to let me know she was ready to go, I relaxed my grip and she slipped away…

“Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.” 



Did the first fishermen fish in the ocean or was it in a lake or a stream? I guess it depends on which theory of evolution you believe. Certainly for Polynesians it was the ocean. While Ulua fishing in the style we know today may be in it’s second century (my guess), it is far from being the oldest known “style” of fishing known to man. One could guess that spear or rock throwing would be the first known methods. Fly Fishing on the other hand has written references to it as far back as the 2nd century! That’s a long time ago man!

My long awaited vacation had finally come, so, grab the rods and head to the beach? That would be my normal M.O., but, this time around I was heading for California to do some fresh water fishing with my long time fishing partner Dean. Campbell, CA. a suburb of San Jose in the south end of the bay area. Dean and Judys home would be base camp, but, the fishing base camp would be in Lewiston, some three hundred miles north in Shasta County just west of Redding. Little crazy? Yea, but, getting away from the stress of work and every day routine is worth it! No cell service, at least for my carrier, so no email, text or calls for the next 3 and a half days! Oh…. yea……..! (can you feel the exhale there?)

Up there, in the trees, our home for the next few days.

After unloading our gear and groceries and unhitching the boat, we’re off to see the wizard! No, his name is not Oz and he doesn’t have a tall pointy cap or magic wand! But, many say he is magic! His name is Herb Burton, he and his wife Pat are the owners of the Trinity Fly Shop in Lewiston. IMHO, Herb is the best guide, hands down in the Trinity Alps! Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of good guides out there, but, very few that know the area as well as Herb and Pats’ skill as a fly tier is right there with the best! Testament to their skill is the fact that their business has thrived for nearly thirty years! This despite their shop being a couple of miles off of the main road which is already way the hell out in the boonies as it is! Our visit was not really business however as over the years we have had the distinct pleasure of becoming good friends with Herb, even hooking up now and then back home in Honolulu.

This pic is looking up into the valley, the main road is some two miles behind me!

Wind Chill, ya think?

So, over the next few days we did our thing up on the big lake (the Trinity) and on Lewiston lake right below the park where we stayed. Caught some trout the first day and actually managed to fool a couple of small-mouths with some swimmers the next.  

We ended up taking this one as it commited suicide by taking a bass jig with big hook.

We’ve all heard it, said it and experienced the “Hawaiian”connection while traveling the world. You know, no matter where you are somehow people from Hawaii will always find each other! Sometimes it’s obvious, pidgin english, rubbah slippas and shorts in 30 degree weather, but, other signs are a little more subtle, just eye contact or a small logo on a shirt. Now, Herb is not local born and raised, but, as a military brat he spent some of his youth in Hawaii and as a young adult moved to the North Shore of Oahu to live the Surf scene and culture. He has come to know the local style well and has many friends from the islands.

Well, Thursday afternoon, we get back from the lake to find a note on our door, “Call Herb”. Dean rings him up on the land line and finds out we’re invited to a barbecue at Herb and Pats! This should be fun!

OK, no pic of their house, but, the roofline just behind the fish is their home.

So, (this is where the Hawaiians finding Hawaiians thing gets tied in) at the Burtons party we are introduced to and get to talk story with Earl Miyamoto from the D.A.R.! Yes, the State of Hawaii, Division of Aquatic Resources! It turns out Earl and his long time fishing partner Ed Sakoda are pretty serious fly fishermen. They were up in Lewiston fishing for trout and steelhead with Herb as their guide of course, who else? You can find pictures of them with some hefty fish on Herbs website. Back home you can find them fly fishing the world class Oio grounds on Oahu.

Next morning, packing up for the long ride home. Can’t complain, good fishing, good friends, it don’t get any better!

Here's to hoping I can take some of this calm with me back to work!