
American River appears to most as a slow, lazy river that winds through the heart of Sacramento area.
However, there are drownings each year, most of which occur during the spring and summer when the river sees the highest amount of traffic.
During the colder months, fishermen are the most common users of the river as they chase salmon and steelhead as they make their annual migration to spawn.
I frequent the river chasing both species and while I can safely say that I’m privy to many of the hazards, I was recently reminded that you can never be too careful.
During a steelhead fishing session on the morning of Thursday February 4th at Nimbus Basin, I made a move to a section where I had caught fish in the past. It was only 8:00 and I already landed one bright hatchery hen that I kept and also lost two others. But my goal was to perhaps land one more fish on the morning and head home.
Wading on the edge of a shallow bar, I took a step and could not find bottom. My body lunged forward and instantly I was swept downstream struggling to stay afloat.
I dropped my rod as my instincts to survive took over. I attempted to swim towards the direction in which I came, quickly realizing that I would spend far too much energy in the effort.
Instead, I swam towards the opposite shoreline but I found that the combined weight of my winter clothing, waders and hip pack were weighing me down. Instead of trying to freestyle swim, I laid on my back and tried to relax.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that an angler on the opposite shoreline was moving towards me, but I was starting to sink, as my waders were starting to fill with water.
The angler began casting his float in my direction, but after several tries I began to panic as I was starting to swallow water and my face was starting to dip below the surface.