The business news keeps reporting about the large number of home foreclosures plaguing the country. Looking out from under my rock in north Orange County, CA I have only seen two. Are they all being kept low key by the banks? Clue me in, where are all of them?
I talked with my brother for the second day in a row, he was out on the Upper Owens River today and reported another good evening bite. This time nymphs were the hot ticket. He was making some noise about high winds and hooking trout too big to land with his net. Count me in on this pity party bro!
I tried to advise him against a 7 foot 3 weight fly rod on the Owens River; the wind blows too much and the trout grow too big for such a pee shooter. However, what do I know, he is the one out catching fish, while I am at home writing about it. There better be some unscarred fish left for us working blokes.
Another Friday and my wayward brother is thinking fish - fly fishing. Not content with the local fly fishing anymore he is up on Lower Rock Creek in the Eastern Sierra, on a Friday, when the rest of us are at work. Four and a half months into his new addiction and he is throwing dry flies to wary trout in the Sierras. And the worst part is that he reported a good evening bite. Tomorrow he is on his way to Hot Creek, considered the preeminent fly fishing destination in California. What kind on fishing demon has this mild mannered engineer become?