It is hard being a fly fisher in So Cal...
There are a few places to hit but they are marginal in terms of flow and fish.
I did get away last weekend for a Trip 4 hours away that blew all So. Cal. stream stereotypes. The fish were hefty, wild, beautifully rich in color, and hungry. There were sipping size 16 yellow stimulators of the surface five feet in front of me.
We heard from a 'little bird' that the fishing was firing down an unkown canyon to an unknown river. The 'little bird' was right, we were hammering fish all afternoon.
Mind you, I am only talking freshwater trout streams. I know we have the ocean and there are endless saltwater oppurtunities. I guess it is hard to have it all.
You here about the CA surfing hippies who get tired of the 'scene' and end up moving to Colorodo, Idaho, Montana, or any small, mountain town with good fishing. The older I get the more that sounds inviting.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
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