Eastside Riders
The first time I went to the Eastern Sierras, it was late October and winter had come early. The GF (at the time) and I thought that trout fishing was like bass fishing, and...
Montana how I miss you
The first time I went to the Eastern Sierras, it was late October and winter had come early. The GF (at the time) and I thought that trout fishing was like bass fishing, and...