Headed off for another trip to catch the famous Lahontan Cutthroats. There’s nothing better than loading up the camper for another adventure. Rods, reels and flies packed and ready for another great fishing trip. Great food in the fridge for me and the guys and just a touch of my favorite whiskey to share around the campfire. Can’t wait.
I head out of Marin and touch bases with my friends with plans to meet at the lake at around 5 in the afternoon. One guy is already there and says the weather is great.
I head across highway 37 past Sears Point Raceway (or whatever it’s called now) and begin the journey on the highway through the San Pablo Bay National Wildlife Refuse. Seeing egrets, swans and white pelicans floating against a cloud scattered deep blue sky just taking in the beauty of nature and the wonders of migratory waterfowl. I watch puddle ducks jump from the water and begin their flight north. How absolutely beauti.........oh, oh, oh oh nooooooo! “Pump those wings you dumb&$#@ duck”. “Get the $#@* up you idiot”! Oh nooooooooooooo!
Drake mallard 0
Windshield 0
FWC 1 (feathers notwithstanding)
Actually, I felt bad for the duck, but don’t tell my hunting buddies.
End of trip report.
