I must say, I was a it was a little unsettling to head out of South Lake Tahoe and into the remote Big Country sections of Nevada. The huge jagged peaks towered overhead and it seemed like I was on a road to nowhere. Up and down huge mountain passes. No gas stations. Nothing but valleys and peaks as far as the eyes could see. Then I found it. A tiny little river called the East Walker River. It was absolutely beautiful. It ran through a quite valley meadow and was surrounded by huge snow capped mountains. I was so excited to fish. I parked the car, stepped out into the sunny 60 degree weather and I could not put my waders on fast enough. Within minutes I was casting my line. Second cast, wham! A big hit on an olive wooly bugger. Yup, anyone who knows me, knows how much I love wooly buggers. So, I knew there were fish. I worked my way upstream and fished the deeper holes. I caught a nice brown trout and couple colorful rainbows on a black wooly bugger. I looked upstream and saw a slow stretch of water. I could see trout feeding and I noticed that a fair amount of BWO’s were coming off the water. So I tied on a parachute adams, laid out a long cast upstream and WHAM! A huge brown took the fly, but then spit it out. He was big! I could not tell if it was a brown or rainbow, but who cares. I caught a few more smaller fish on top, but my mind was still focused on the big one. I ran into…2 other flyfisherman and watched one of them land a sweet 21-22 inch brown. He tricked his fish with a midge. I fished back down to my car, but things started to die off at around 4pm, so I decided to call it a day. The Sierras are phenomenal. Today was a day that I will remember forever. Actually, it was so good, I might go again tomorrow. In fact, I will. That big fish will be in my dreams tonight and hopefully on my line tomorrow.