Small dry flies, nice fish. (Hot Creek Brown — about 13-14 inches — on size 22 Parachute Adams.)
part of the why there was no post last week
fishing for words
(and tossing out random thoughts)
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fishing for words 
September 24, 2012 at 10:34 am
Oh sure…blame it on the fish. You slacker.
September 24, 2012 at 10:48 am
Seemed the right thing to do at the moment, Howard, even through the place we stay, rustic as it looks, is now in the path of full cell phone/data coverage. I wasn’t about to write something on that small keyboard…hard to do when one hand’s occupied by homemade beer.
BTW, what’s the altitude of Boulder Creek? The fall colors in your recent photos seem in line with the aspens changing in the Eastern Sierra.
September 24, 2012 at 7:20 pm
Patrick, it’s about 7000 ft. give or take where we were.
September 24, 2012 at 9:24 pm
Sounds right…we were staying at 7,090 feet, and a 9-mile drive up the canyon would get you to one of the highest drive-to trailheads in the Sierra, at about 10,300 feet. All along the way the aspens ranged from green, to rusty and yellow. Very nice.
September 24, 2012 at 1:17 pm
As good an excuse as I could come up with. The picture tells it all.
September 24, 2012 at 9:25 pm
Mark, there’s just something about the coloration on those Hot Creek trout…