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Showing posts with label Trout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trout. Show all posts

Friday, 26 June 2009

Chilling Out

June Lake, California

We're at 7,600 feet in the Eastern Sierra mountains. There are dozens of high mountain lakes and gushing waterfalls nearby.


We're staying in a Forest Service campground with no water, sewer or electricity. The air is cool at night and during the day so we don't need air conditioning. In the morning, we crawl out from under all three of our blankets and give the RV a quick blast from the heater to warm things up.


Our friends from Sarasota, George and Danielle, are camping next door. George likes this area a lot. He's camped and fished here for many years. We have campfires every night and toast marsh mellows and eat S'mores.


We'll be here a full week when we Move on to Carson City, Nevada to try again to get the dashboard air-conditioner fixed. Somehow the coolant all leaked out before our tail lights saw the last of Las Vegas, where we had a ruptured coolant hose replaced.


Trout for dinner tonight. I extended my California fishing license another ten days.

Mrs. Phred and I are heading to Convict Lake this morning to see if we can catch more trout. George is taking us to a local restaurant that offers chicken livers and onions Sunday night.

Convict Lake was named after an incident in 1871, where a group of convicts escaped from prison in Carson City. A posse, led by Sheriff Robert Morrison, encountered the convicts near the head of what is now Convict Creek. Morrison was killed in the encounter, and Mount Morrison was named after him. The lake was also used for a backdrop in "Star Trek Insurrection".




Friday, 19 June 2009

Trout Fishing in America (part 1)

Lake Sabrina, California

Our next door neighbors are Steve and Carol. Steve gives me some pointers about bait and tackle. Steve worked in the movie industry for a long time. Now he flies small airplanes and grows almonds and walnuts.

We run into Steve and Carol fishing up at Lake Sabrina. Both the Carols retreat to the small lodge to talk and drink wine. I catch a nice size trout immediately, but that's it for the day.


Today Mrs. Phred and I will rent a small boat and try again. This time I will remember to bring a knife and my camera. You need a knife to cut line and retie your rig.

Steve fished all day and ended up with a nice stringer of fish. He gave us some of his fish for dinner. We share some Sam Adam's beers and conversation in the evening.

The two bicyclists we met in the Texas desert have now reached San Diego. I get a comment from Susan (Guy's wife, Redding's mother) asking for pictures. I sent her six pictures by e-mail.