|Here's a typically handsome Dacey spring rainbow trout of about 16 inches.|
|The size of this trout appears smaller than reality. The Fishpond Nomad|
mid-length net is large and deep. The 15-inch rainbow is burrowing into
the bottom which is 12 inches below my hand. The other net dimension
is 13 inches wide by 18 inches long.
|Although not the largest, this 13-inch rainbow was deeper into his|
spawning wardrobe than any of the other trout.
|My Toyota Fish Taco got me to Dacey quickly and safely. Note to the|
right of the truck bed, between the tail light and the riprap, lies the
loathsome mass of dead vegetation I had to plow through to reach the
I recalled running running into a fisheries biologist named "Mark" on my second trip to Dacey on October 23, 2013. In fact, I snapped a far-off photograph of him playing a large rainbow trout and posted it on that blog. The fishing was marvelous that day, and Mark and I hollered to each other across the water to celebrate our joy. I never got a close enough look to recognize Mark on the street, but I could never forget his first name, of course. So, I asked this guy if his name was “Mark,” and he said “Yes.” We had a nice conversation about Dacey and other waters in the area he covers (essentially, waters in Lincoln, Nye, and Esmeralda Counties). He provided some updates about Beaver Dam Creek which will encourage me to make a return visit over the next month or so, possibly with my son, grandson, and daughter.
|The temperature was moderate, but the clouds hid the sun from time to|
time. Mark, the NDOW fisheries biologist, can be seen in he distance
paddling his kayak.
Mark finished angling around 1:30 PM, I think. As an unexpected thank you, he left the damsel nymph fly on the lip of my tailgate... it was the kind of gesture you come to expect from fellow outdoorsmen who cherish and respect their hobbies and the special places they are allowed to practice them.
|Here's a partial photo, looking north from the dam, of the massive|
vegetation debris blocking access from the boat launch area located off
the left side of the photo (see next photo).
Shortly after 3:00 PM, after the fishing action cooled off, I began the battle of plowing through the weed bed blocking my access to the launch ramp. I noticed that the journey back seemed to require much more effort with much less progress. I also noticed that the Water Master’s left oar’s rack-and-pinion joint appeared to be getting stressed and that my collapsible aluminum oars were flexing under the weight of the weeds. I decided to attempt a riprap dam extraction. It all worked out fine, and it certainly saved me 20-30 minutes, but I wasn’t comfortable going up and down that riprap. I made several trips in order to remove everything from the Water Master (fly rod, landing net, kick-fins, oars, stripping net, snacks, and fly boxes) before moving the bare raft up the dam’s riprap to the road, whereupon I could walk over to get my Fish Taco truck. I was very thankful that with everything removed it only weighed about 30 pounds, although it's eight-foot by five-foot dimension was still awkward under my old 5-foot, 5-inch body frame.
|One of the other kayakers who forged through the weeds to fish. After I|
got out and was packing the truck to head home, he also exited over
the dam riprap. When he walked by to get his truck I told him, "You
made the right decision"
That aside, the fishing was very good in my eyes. Seven trout landed between 13 and 17 inches in about three hours is a nice afternoon in most everyone's book. I’ll never get the October 2013 experience out of my mind, but I also realize that experience was an anomaly for Kirch.
|Grant Range touching the clouds. The cottonwood trees rising above|
the sage mark the Dave Deacon campground location.
|It was a satisfying trip.|