Sunday, December 14, 2008

It Never Rains in California

Remember that song? Word on the street is rain. This morning the weather as I entered the San Gabriel Mountains was CHILLY. The bite was off and Sandro got one small trout but it was a great trout. The trout shouted "I am here, I am alive and I am hungry". Not too far away the empty bottles of powerbait rattled on the stream floor; clinking against one another against the walls of a pool devoid of fish.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Wish I could have hung out that day. I like the blog spot B. Very swanky in a fishy sort of way.