It’s Father’s Day at the Underground, and the fact that I want a nap more than any other gift probably marks me as the real father (of a real active 2.5 year old).
When my dad was alive, Father’s Day meant something different than it does today, and I’m saddened by the fact the old Father’s Day never overlapped with the current incarnation.
My dad would have loved it.
Life is like fly fishing in that you take the good bits from the past with you into the future, which is why I took a quick peek at the river flow gages.
And despite the should-be runoff conditions, the Sac is running below 2300 cfs and the McCloud—unbelievably– is staying below 400 cfs.
My nearby little streams are still unfishable, but I’m hearing rumors of big green bugs and an early afternoon hatch at a trout river near you (well, me), and figure that moseying around a river for a couple hours should be restful, and if the bugs don’t show, then maybe I’ll get that nap after all.
Happy Father’s Day from the Trout Underground.
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