It’s been a couple of long, hectic, worrisome, snow-flocked, fly fishing-free weeks, and yes, my little Undergrounders, it’s time to put them behind me.
Gone, gone, gone...
That’s why I’m packing up Wally the Wonderdog, some new lightweight winter gear, a 9′ 4wt fly rod sent for testing – and skiing down to the Upper Sacramento River for a long, worry-free (perhaps drunken) lunch somber, businesslike testing session.
Included in my winter pack will be the very same backpacking stove that cooked its way through our recent four-day power outage, so yes, some hot tea and maybe even warmed up Indian food is on the menu.
And if some BWOs show up, so much the better.
In truth, with the sun finally shining and the skies a happy, buoyant blue, I don’t care if I see or a bug or trout.
To paraphrase the song, we gotta get out of this place.
And we are.
Expect more, later.
See you on the snow, Tom Chandler.
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