Flew home to see my family. Its been awhile. I grew up in Reno until I was 21 and enlisted in the service. Nevada has some of the most amazing fishing and not nearly as many pressured waters. Although it has seen its decline like most fisheries. I took a week and fished several different places. The temperature was in the mid 90's the whole time so we had to fish the fast currents where the fish were holding to escape the heat. The Truckee river which runs from Lake Tahoe through Reno/Sparks and finally ends its journey in Pyramid lake got the most attention during our trip. There are some real monsters lurking in there. We have hooked several trout over 7lbs. I wasn't lucky enough to land one this trip. My good friend hooked in to a brown outside the town of Farad under a train bridge that snapped 8lb mono. We only got a glimpse of it but he was easily 6lbs and gave a good thrashing before he decided he wasn't going to the net. Its was the first cast of the day and the last fish of the day as well. I guess the fish gods gave Zach the opportunity but seeing how he failed. The bad Juju followed us for the remainder of the day. We landed and released over 50 rainbows and browns during the trip but just didn't get the trophy we were after. Believe me they are there. We were throwing big ugly sculpins hoping to draw a beast from its lie. I guess another time. View attachment 18929 After a few days of fishing the Truckee we headed to Lake Lahontan. The plan was to fish for warm water species and in Lahontan there are plenty of them. When the fishing is good you can catch more fish than you can count. Stripers, wipers, smallmouth, largemouth, crappie, and catfish all call Lake Lahontan home. After an hour drive we arived at the reservoir to find the the summer months had been tough and it was almost completely dried up! There was some water however and it seemed all the fish were now congregated into about 200 acres of water. They were jumping everywhere! We had no doubt we would hook toms of fish that day. We were dead wrong. The water was like chocolate milk. The silt was so thick that the biggest brightest fly I had disappeared in about a half inch of water. Fish didnt seem to mind it. Heck they seemed happy but after 3 hours of casting and throwing every possible combination we could think of without so much a nibble. We accepted defeat and retreated to better waters. Our last destination was Hobart Reservoir. It sits atop a few mountain peaks right in the middle. Its a 4 mile drive up a crazy dirt road that a truck with 4 wheel drive is absolutely necessary. The road winds up the hillside and often times the edge is a straight drop down the cliff. We saw a few remnants of vehicles that failed to keep a safe distance from the edge. I didnt take any pics however. Zach wasnt quite focused on picture taking as he was on not killing us. Once you make it to the top you arent quite finished. You now have to park and hike down a steep trail about half a mile with your float tube. Its not that bad though. Once we wet our line it wasnt long before we were landing fish after fish. I had most success with a small beadhead white leech. The difficult journey to reach the small 40 acre lake high elevation keeps pressure light and the fishing good through even the hottest summer months. Icaught over 40 fish that afternoon. Brookies, Cuttbows, and Tigers are plentiful and take your offering eagerly. View attachment 18946 All in all it was a great trip. Hope you guys enjoy the report.