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.
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.