I’ve decided that the decision to fly fish has heaped an almost unhealthy dose of uncertainty upon me. I write “almost” because it’s not necessarily a bad thing. Unless it’s 2:32 a.m. and sleep is stalled by seemingly ceaseless questions anticipating this weekend’s attempt to put a family friend’s 10-year-old son on to some trout. [...]
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post-m/c trip deconstruction…
…in reverse… sort of
Chronological order be damned; the middle often is the best. Bread is the handy carrier for PB&J. It’s the cream filling that makes the Twinkie. So, in this tale we’ll shove the more mundane stuff out of the way first. The last Friday in June, Sean and I loaded up the motorcycles with more gear than each [...]
where we’ll be tomorrow
For those who haven’t traveled Tioga Road – where out two-wheeled fly fishing day trip will take us – here’s an interesting time-lapse video. (We’ll travel a tad bit slower.) Google Street View: Tioga Pass Road from Austin Leirvik on Vimeo.
opening day 2010 – new wild places
Each Opening Day Weekend — with or without company — I charge into the Sierra Foothills in pursuit of the first trout of the season. This year Older Son Sean accompanied me. Sean left earlier than I could Opening Day — I had a commitment — and he had some luck flogging a few spots [...]
manly fishing and food
By now you know that the Older Son and I are likely having a heck of a time. We’re headquartered at the cabin, fishing a few rivers and small streams for trout. Maybe even tainting our lines to chase bluegill and bass in a nearby pond. During the fishing there will be manly bonding that [...]
