
If you’re a long time Fish Sniffer reader, you know that when it comes to fishing success I lean toward streaks rather than consistency. At times I can do no wrong. I catch big fish and big numbers of fish regardless of how the fishing is overall or how the anglers are doing fishing right beside me. I live for these hot streaks.
But alas every hot streak has to come to an end. Sometimes I just cool off and the fishing seems to go lukewarm, but then there are other times when I descend into a full-blown slump. These times test my patience, because it seems like no matter where I travel, which guides I fish with or how good the bite is for others, I simply can’t hook up.
A few weeks ago I had a pretty hot hand. I’d nailed a 20 plus pound lingcod outside the Golden Gate, a four plus pound brown at Lake Almanor, some quality kokanee at Whiskeytown and more, but now I can’t seem to hook anything.
My late summer slump started about 14 days ago when I hit the Sacramento River for an evening trout fishing and filming trip on the Sacramento River with Captain Kirk Portocarrero. I’d caught a bunch of quality rainbows on Lake Shasta that morning, but in the afternoon I couldn’t get so much as a bite despite the fact that several big wild rainbows were caught aboard the boat. Of course right then I just thought it was the luck of the draw and didn’t see it as the onset of a slump. Slumps creep up on you quietly.
My next trip came together several days later when Captain Cameron Beck of American River Charters called me up and asked if I’d like to take a trip to Hell Hole Reservoir with him in the Eldorado National Forest.
“We’ll be fishing out of my drift