Fishing down memory lane 4/17-18

I headed out Saturday to a place that was one of my favorite fishing spots as a kid.  I had spotted new regulations in NDOW's fishing regs for the reservoir and decided to see what it was like now.  Hit upon the Loneliest Road in America (US 50) just outside Fallon. I made a final fill-up at the Harmon Junction.  They still have the older style gas pumps, no credit card slots and only one type of gas per pump. No need for prepaid, I filled up then walked into the store to pay up.  Back on the road and it's not long before I run across one of US 50's oddities, rock graffiti.


Further down the road, I see the Shoe Tree.


Shoes grow in bunches, like bananas.


Fallen fruit.


Not much further I turn off 50 and head for the Desatoyas.  I remember one time back in high school when four of us was riding at night in a friends beat up white truck when we came across a herd of cows in the road and how we served from one side to the other to miss them.  I still don't know how we did that. I arrive at the reservoir along with a flood of memories. There's the spot where we always camped.  It was like going back in time.

The reservoir, it's looking a little low.


I'm not alone, I pull up next to the only other two people at the lake.  I notice they had two nice and fat rainbows (18 and 20") on a stringer.  I get out and ask how the fishing was and all of a sudden my best friend from high school steps from around the truck with a great big grin.  He was also telling his friend how we use to fish the lake as kids. After catching up on what we've been doing and exchanging phone numbers and promising to stay in touch, they headed on home.

I set up camp then headed out on the lake.


I fished all afternoon and evening without getting a bite.  I got up early the next morning and finally got my one and only hit, a nice and fat 16" brown trout.


I fished a few more hours for nought then headed back in to pack and head back home.  I only caught one fish but as they say the memories were "priceless".  Sometimes it not about the fish.

Pete

Cool story Pete, glad you ran into an old friend, and made some new memories to go with the old ones.

you almost made me cry........yep, it's not always about hooking the fish, it's all the "inbetween times" that make a day up.
Thanks for the good write.

Sometimes it not about the fish.

IMO, it never is      It's not about the fish, it's about the fishing     (catching is just the bonus)

Great post!!!

Someone should send those shoes to a country in need....

Great post.  WTG.   

nice read, great post!

Cool Report/Pics

Cool Report/Pics

pics? = i see a snow blizzard, some call it a whiteout!  WTF?

Thats some special stuff there. Wrights Lake and above is where my Pop taught me to catch dragonfly nymphs and drift them weightless in the high streams. Memories are what makes us. Thanks for them. Craig

you almost made me cry........

Me too. I mean, look at all those perfectly good tennis shoes. And probably 10% or so could be my size. 

Cool report. Cool memories. Thanks.

I enjoyed that. Excellent story & fotos Peter. Times like those where memories and friendships are more important that fishing and catching.  Thank you for sharing it.

Loved the report Pete. Please keep it coming. The brown trout has some good
coloring.

Jedmo

Beautiful fish!  Thanks for the report and great pictures Pete.

Sounds like really good times. It makes me think of the old days when my grand parents used to take me fishing. I wonder if they had any idea of how much of a fishing nut/outdoor,loving, kicking it on the beach kind of person I'd turn out to be. They probably did. Very nice report. Thank you.