I fished the West Fork of the Walker River last week. The fishing was ok, but nothing to write home about. We ventured further up to the Little Walker River where our luck ran out. With the amount of feed in the water, one would expect the fishing to be in full force. Every rock we turned had a big ol’ juicy rib-eye like this on it, but after a couple of hours and only one fish we decided to call it a day.