Fly-fishing nirvana |

Fly-fishing nirvana

Pam Cosmo Gooch

I can not help but notice that everything is connected.

So it is no real surprise to me that the new release of the Hubble telescope, the Mars landings by the Pathfinder, combined with a book on abundance consciousness and a tape on unlimited thinking given to me by a friend of mine some how resulted in a trip that turned out to be a trout fishing extravaganza.

Normally, I’m quite the minimalist when it comes to fishing. It took months to even talk me into using a trike indicator on my line with a wet fly. My waders are a pair of Converse high tops. I like to keep things simple.

But lately, the Hubble has forced me to expand my sense of what is appropriate. There’s a lot more out there than we’ve been imagining. Limitlessness seems to be the real constant going on. Our sense of lack or limitation seems to be more medieval error that we’ve been stuck with for the last 1,000 years. We don’t even have words for what the Hubble is allowing us to understand.

So, I’m driving north out of Reno making up superlatives. This is what happens when I drive by myself areas that look like a blank canvas and the only activity is my eyes drying up.

“Translimitomalous” – having to do with enormous distance.

“Omnidistantaneous” – out there/at once.

A friend of mine, Sherry Walker, and her friend, Sally Collins (both long-time Tahoe residents) combined their talents and decided to manage a flyfishing resort at Ash Creek in Adin, Calif., east of Fall River Mills and south of Alturus. You drive north on 395 out of Reno and it reenters California.

That’s where mars comes in. Have you noticed how similar Mars and Nevada look? Forget that rock in Antarctica, they should be sampling the rocks in Nevada. It looks like the same real estate to me.

“Parallel infinatomy” – a plethora of structural sameness.

Sherry and Sally have known each other since their children were playing t-ball with each other, or something, and now the kids are all grown up. Sally’s son, Ryan, is 21 and the main guide and fly-tier for the camp. Their first visitor was 81-year-old legend Walton Powell, creator of Powell fishing rods. Mr. Powell has taken a shine to young Ryan and given him what was his very own personal rod. I saw it myself. That’s kind of like Elvis saying, “Here kid, I’d like you to have my guitar.” Powell is a regular visitor now and I’m impressed.

Ash Creek flows for six miles through Spring Creek Ranch, rising from natural springs, and eventually into a reservoir. It is a pristine area of private woodlands, grasslands and meadows that until this year was only fished by the owner and his caretaker. The creek is home to natural Browns and Rainbows, some reaching 15 to 20 inches. The stream is limited to six anglers at one time and is all catch-and-release to ensure its viability. What a treat.

I fished the stream for a mile or two in the morning. It was beautiful, but I wasn’t getting a lot of action. Then suddenly something bit my line like a mean dog. It took my strike indicator, half my leader, my dry and dropper flies all in one vicious attack. It must have been one of those browns.

That was good for about 20 more cats in the same spot, but I couldn’t entice it to bite again. later I did see Ryan catch a 15-inch rainbow and I had several smaller fish on. But, it’s the tough guy that has me wishing to be back. The cooler waters of the spring and fall will be the best for this creek.

I have to find the words to describe the sense of freedom and safety and luxury of this place. There is a sumptuous, great house with full service. The carpeting is such a fine plush you’d think it was silken tofu. Sally and Sherry make you feel right at home, as though you have always had catered snacks on the stream and gourmet meals and deserts while fishing. Believe me when I tell you, my brothers, this is one fishing trip your lady will be leading the way back to. And it is a fine place for women, alone of in groups.

There is a lovely “Bunkhouse” that can accommodate more people and with just as much comfort but with less formality. Guests who stay there may cook their own meals and share expenses and conveniences.

The fishing was great, the meals were delicious, the hosts were beautiful and gracious and warm. At night, I found myself looking up into the most excellent galaxy of ours and knowing that my idea of what is possible for me has just been “guargantualated.”

For details on fishing at Ash Creek, call Sally or Sherry at (888) 29-TROUT.

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