ignored fish can be the best (or, how to not to spend opening day elbow to...
If we were counting — and my son and I certainly don’t — we were both winners this delayed Opening Day weekend. Mostly, it was great just to get outdoors and chase trout once again. And get out we did,...
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We knew the weekend warriors were gone. We also knew they’d have hit hard a creek that’s always fun in terms of catching. Our plan was to find all the fish too smart for everyone else. As we geared up...
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the weekend so far
Evidence that I’ve had little time to write this week…visit by the brother, a newphew’s first football game of the season, and a son’s graduation from the police academy… Newphew Nicholas running down...
View Articlegrinding the nose in between what really matters
“We’ve been busy…” would be the applicable excuse to explain the lack of posts here, and it’s true in more than one way. The nose has certainly been to the grindstone, but thankfully interrupted by...
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an annual one-day tour; many waters fished, some not
The Oldest Son and I kept tradition alive with the Annual One-Day Tioga/Sonora Pass Tour last week and found a few Sierra Nevada rivers and streams running a bit too high for easy fishing, despite the...
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coyote, rattlesnake and turkey, oh my! (wild trout too.)
Sean lining up a putt on hole four at Twain Harte Miniature Golf.When it comes to the oldest son, the easiest way to level the playing field is to chase wild trout. While there may be some claim that...
View Articlebeing forced to slow down and take the road less stressful
It was shaping up that this week might be the last rain-free week in which I could ride the Honda to work every day. I’d not ridden enough this year and winter was closing in. My commute is 27 miles,...
View Articlemy opening day…five weeks late
January’s promise to get out and fish earlier, more often and in different places now echoes with so much emptiness that the unthinkable is the only resolution. Yes, I will be chasing trout this...
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National Parks Week and appreciating a high-country home
Our days were measured by trout caught, bears seen and miles hiked; nights by stars and the embers of a campfire. During those summers we’d rarely see a familiar face, but the place seemed unchanging....
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back in the saddle again (or, oops, I did it again)
It’s hard to pinpoint when I first decided that I wanted a motorcycle in my life. There were the summer days zipping about family friends’ property in Nevada City on a now forgotten mini bike, weaving...
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