Well, my 24th birthday rolled around again. It was actually last week, but this was the party. 24 is the highest number.
The sweet cute girl you’ve all seen on this yearly report is now a hormonal monster who can throw a softball on a rope from 3rd to 1st. She big and scary and athletic. (Actually, she’s still very very cool). We joined my friend Benji, my Humboldt fly fishing buddy and the bassist for our bands Dead Drift, a rowdy rock n roll band, and the Flying Hellfish, a rowdy instrumental surf band.
We trudged the 5 miles in to the lake without too much trouble. The night was supposed to be cold and it didn’t disappoint. It was far worse than expected. Very cold winds were whipping down from the PCT. I found out my now huge scary daughter had outgrown her bag, and her thermarest had a hole. Bad start. The poor girl froze her nuts off
The next day started cold, but warmed up. I fixed the hole in the thermarest. We got happy, the fish got hungry.
Both the quality and quantity of fish in this alpine lake were the best we’ve ever seen, and we come here every year, and it’s always good. I saw evidence of a beaver too, that’s exiting.
Some highlights…. I fulfilled my dream of shooting a quail, tying a fly with a feather, and catching a fish with the fly. Awesome!
My daughter got fish on spinners and on a dry fly. She’s pretty anti fly fishing, simply because I like it. But at one point she had no other option than to fish a fly rod and she nailed a great fish.
Lowlight…. I found this amazing slab of rose quartz, or something… this beautiful rock with interesting grooves. So I packed it out because it was so interesting. It was a salt lick. I feel like a moron
This one was just okay. Some were bigger
Roll cast, dry fly, no big deal. But I hate fly fishing
My amazing salt lick
The sweet cute girl you’ve all seen on this yearly report is now a hormonal monster who can throw a softball on a rope from 3rd to 1st. She big and scary and athletic. (Actually, she’s still very very cool). We joined my friend Benji, my Humboldt fly fishing buddy and the bassist for our bands Dead Drift, a rowdy rock n roll band, and the Flying Hellfish, a rowdy instrumental surf band.
We trudged the 5 miles in to the lake without too much trouble. The night was supposed to be cold and it didn’t disappoint. It was far worse than expected. Very cold winds were whipping down from the PCT. I found out my now huge scary daughter had outgrown her bag, and her thermarest had a hole. Bad start. The poor girl froze her nuts off
The next day started cold, but warmed up. I fixed the hole in the thermarest. We got happy, the fish got hungry.
Both the quality and quantity of fish in this alpine lake were the best we’ve ever seen, and we come here every year, and it’s always good. I saw evidence of a beaver too, that’s exiting.
Some highlights…. I fulfilled my dream of shooting a quail, tying a fly with a feather, and catching a fish with the fly. Awesome!
My daughter got fish on spinners and on a dry fly. She’s pretty anti fly fishing, simply because I like it. But at one point she had no other option than to fish a fly rod and she nailed a great fish.
Lowlight…. I found this amazing slab of rose quartz, or something… this beautiful rock with interesting grooves. So I packed it out because it was so interesting. It was a salt lick. I feel like a moron
This one was just okay. Some were bigger
Roll cast, dry fly, no big deal. But I hate fly fishing
My amazing salt lick
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