Since the 16th I've been fishing local lakes around the house in the Oroville area. IveofIone and Islander joined me in the venture. Overall we did well, sometimes really well, other times miserable. Let's start with miserable, Chopaka. Tuesday morning we crested the hill and saw the sea of campers and trailers, we said "shit!" It looked like a KOA for chrissakes. But it was early and most of the guys were just crawling out of their beds. So we geared up and hit the water. It was far from furious, I'm sure the water had been whipped all weekend. We did manage to get a few, but for several hours of fishing it was hardly worth it. Then the wind came up around 11:00. We gave it the Team Rugged go for about and hour and then cashed in our chips. White caps and foam lines are far from ideal fishing conditions. Hamburgers, greasy french fries and a nap made up for the lousy fishing. Wannacutt is not up to speed just yet, but there were fish to be had. In a few weeks it should be in great shape as the damsels begin to emerge. Lost Lake gave up some of its fine brookies and a few fiesty rainbows. Ive and I did well that day after a slow start on the north end. The west side and south end were the most productive and I fished one fly most of the morning as it worked like a charm. That is until I kicked into the weeds by mistake. Sure as shoot, the fly got jammed deep into a weed. No amount of finesse would free it. So I did the inevitable and gave it the straight tug, snap! No more fly. I should have expected it but I decided to pitch a major fit and cuss and swear my ass off. Ive paddled off pretending not to know me. Aeneas was the highlight of the bunch. First, Steve nailed a pig of a brown, some 25 inches or so. Unfortunately, as I snapped the camera, it slid back into the deep. But I'm here to witness, it was a pig! We all did well with a pattern that Steve ties called the Camo Carey. You'll have to bargain with him for the recipe. We fished from 8:00 to 3:00 when our steam ran out and we headed home for lunch. We left Dick Warnke to take up the slack as he met us up there later in the morning. I'm interested to hear how Dick made out. The most productive flies were Carey's, Six Packs, Half Backs, and such. We did try chironomids, but none of us can stand staring for more than a few minutes, so we switched back to nymphs. I'm going to try to sneak up again real soon and see how Wannacutt fishes. But for now it's back to the grind. Nothing beats fishing with friends. And I had two real good ones on this trip, thanks guys!