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Forrest Brizendine ~ Born and raised in Redding he discovered the love for fishing at a very young age. He enlisted in the Navy after High School then played college football for Shasta Collage, shortly after that decided to follow his passion and become a Fishing Guide. There's not a water in the North state he hasn't fished, walked or explored. Whether you choose a day on the Upper or Lower Sacramento River, Trinity River, Klamath River, Lakes or Ponds just to list a few, and not to mention the waters only some locals know about. Forrest's skill, patience, personality, and knowledge of fishing allows him to give beginners or expert anglers alike the fishing experience that's sure to put you in the Path Of That Perfect Catch.
Issac Roman ~ A self proclaimed steelhead bum , Isaac scouts the local rivers for trout
most days of the week he isn't guiding. Born and raised outside of Redding,
Isaac's great attribute is how familiar he is with all corners of the North
State region, he now resides fulltime in Dunsmuir, California. Whether it's
the Upper Sac, McCloud or Klamath or Lower Sacramento by drift boat, Isaac's
got a spot in mind for you. He prides himself in his ability to teach fly
fishing instruction to beginners depending on the type of water he is
instructing on. You'll really like his positive energy and enthusiasm for
your day.See what clients are saying about Isaac Roman:
Jack-
We’ve had a great time visiting California! The beach scene in San Diego, the freak show that is Beverly Hills & Hollywood, the wonder of the seals at La Jolla and the elephant seals along the Pacific Coast Highway, the incredible strength and majesty of the Redwoods and the raw beauty of Yosemite all were incredible to see. The highlight for me, however, was the guided fishing trip with Isaac along the upper Klamath. From the minute we met him, we knew you had set us up for a great adventure.Early on the river, as other guides began to move their clients along the Klamath, I was able to see and compare our trip with the approach taken by other guides. The other guides had nice shiny boats, all the right clothing from LL Bean, and fly fishing rigs that were certainly state of the art equipment. Isaac’s rig showed the wear and tear of a boat owned by a man who knows the river like the back of his hand. He showed up wearing the uniform of a man who was part of the river, not one to simply ride it. His rods and reels were the experienced tools of a guide who fit his rigs to the rhythm of the river.The other guides would float down the river some, drop anchor, and fish the channels throughout the entire day. By contrast, Isaac was the only guide to float down the hot spots, and then row back upstream to refloat the stretch of water. And, we’re not talking once or twice- Isaac busted his ass all day long floating, rowing back, floating, rowing back. At one point, when the river was a bit shallow, Isaac left the boat, got in the river, and pulled us back up for another float along a stretch of river- again, not once, but several times. His knowledge of the river was incredible- almost like a Klamath savant!On a few times, Isaac had us fishing on the opposite side of the Klamath river where the other guides had anchored their clients. I couldn’t help but notice that after we departed that stretch of river, the other guides would ease their clients over to the same spot we had been previously- an obvious show of respect for Isaac’s knowledge of the river (and a telling gesture indicating their lack of knowledge of the Klamath!). Isaac explained how the river was managed, respected and abided by California’s catch and release rules (not the other guides, mind you!), and had a sincere enthusiasm and earth-bound relationship with the river. The green the other guides respected came out of their clients’ wallets- the green Isaac treasured was the color of steelhead and salmon skins with spots and hues of silver, pink and red.The best part was his reaction as my son and I caught fish. Pure joy, enthusiasm and living the moment- Isaac was his happiest when we were working a fish, sometimes for 20-plus minutes. The best part was one particular fight where my son had hooked an adult King. The fight went on for what seemed like forever. In the end, after dragging us along the river, the beast seemingly said “enough” and jumped into the air, shook its head, and spit out the hook. My son looked on in disbelief- and that’s when Isaac’s magic saved the day. “Reade, that was incredible, man!!!!” Isaac reminded him that he had just spent a half hour one-on-one with nature! It changed Reade’s view of the outcome- he didn’t “lose a fish”- rather, he had experienced the rush of fighting a 25-plus pound fish on a beautiful river.In the end, the other guides exited their boats with crisp creases on their shirts, dry feet and dry hats. Isaac left his boat wearing the day’s battle on the Klamath- drenched shirt, waders filled with water, and a soaked cap- all a badge of honor worn by a man who was part of the river, not a bystander.Thank you for an absolutely incredible day. The delicious lunch along the sand bar and the opportunity to meet you and Carola was refreshing and nourishing- it was the ideal break that charged our batteries for finishing the day on the river.There is no question that we’ll return- having tasted the thrill one time was enough to hook us! We’ll be back, and definitely with Jack Trout. Until then, best wishes for continued success and adventure to you, Carola and Isaac.Thanks, many times- and may I ask you to please share this note with Isaac? He really did more than anyone could expect- a true Klamath Rock Star!
Regards from Texas- Ron and Reade
