With the hot weather wrapping up the winter season quicker than a burrito chef, the attention from full on skiing has begun to wane. Although skiing really never leaves my focus, the non-snowy months are filled with alternative activities that become a great counter balances to the hard charging winter months. Besides surfing, an activity that is pulling a lot of my attention these days is fly-fishing. Now if you would have asked me 10 years ago if fishing would be something I'd be in to in the future, I probably would have said something along the likes of "yeah right, fishing is for fat rednecks." Well after a few summers in Alaska and an introduction to fly-fishing from a few friends here in California, I've found that fly-fishing is nothing of the sort. I find it to be a naturally cathartic activity that takes a lot of focus, skill, technique and connection with your natural surroundings. It's incredibly challenging and I definitely suck at it, but man it is fun to learn.
This past weekend I went down to a river southeast of Lake Tahoe and opened up my first day of fishing this season with a fun one. Not the most productive day in terms of size, but we caught plenty of fish. Both Nick and I were in the double digits.
Nick and I on the river.
Nick reeling in what was probably a dink.
One on line
And what was the single smallest fish I've ever caught. It really was so impressively small that I had to take a picture of it.
Nick with a nice little brown.
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