Found some pictures from early last month.  Cleaning up old files are doing a poor job of holding me over while I’m stuck between avoiding the Truckee and lacking the time to venture further.  My first carp on the fly is coming soon.

Wee lad.

Stone Daddy eater.

Smart brown.

I am reminded that fly fishing for me is about as convenient as it can possibly get, shy of living and working in a lodge some place.  I’m coming to grips with the fact that I have grown accustomed to that luxury, and am resistant to driving for hours to experience the same thing I have in my backyard.  I want to explore the Sierras and simultaneously would rather wait for my first fishing love to wake up so we can spend time together again.