Change of scenery
Leaving Alaska when the steelhead are around to go chase trout in California doesn't make sense.So I understand when I get teased and mocked for it. The simple remedy is to explain that the uniform to be worn while catching the two-foot trout is flip-flops, shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt more to keep the sun from burning skin than keeping warmth in. Add in the fact that I did spend the majority of my adult life fishing with friends I made while teaching in California and everything makes sense.It's not about the fish. It's about the experience, and everything that goes into it. Okay, well not all about the fish. I can't wait to feel the pull of a Lower Sacramento rainbow trout. I want that feeling.But right now I'm on the plane, which means by the time this is published, my week in California will be almost over. I will have hopefully caught rainbows on the Lower Sacramento River, brown trout on the Pit, floated down sections of the Yuba River, a secret river in my new Water Master raft, and of course eaten dozens of chicken wings at Buffalo Wild Wings.That's what I'm hoping.See full column at:http://www.capitalcityweekly.com/stories/031815/out_1242049359.shtml