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.