Two Hammers

This year I hit two high water marks in my fishing career.  Several weeks ago, in a high mountain lake in the Eastern Sierras, I caught a 14″ Golden Trout on my House of Hardy fly rod.  I did not believe that Golden Trout grew so large.  Then to beat that experience of a lifetime; I had my 5 year old out on a stream in the Eastern Sierras.  She was jigging a tube skirt under a tree undercut and start yelling “I caught a fish daddy, bring the net.”  A six inch wild Brook Trout, hooked, fought and landed all by herself.  Life just does not get any better.

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?