Jerks at the Pond
Omar, the resident high school dropout, was whizzing past on his 3 thousand dollar scooter just as I was releasing another chunky 2 pounder back into the aquamarine colored pond. He stopped to chat...
Omar, the resident high school dropout, was whizzing past on his 3 thousand dollar scooter just as I was releasing another chunky 2 pounder back into the aquamarine colored pond. He stopped to chat...
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...
It’s stocking day at Probation Pond, and the locals couldn’t be happier, as the ramp was loaded with anxious individuals ready to score a stocker, or 12. I saw the Merry Men of Sherwood...
It’s stocking week at the pond. Which means I’ll have the following interaction about 15 times a day this week: “Did they stock yet?!” “No.” “Damn! Do you know when they’re gonna stock?” “No.”...
Once upon a time, I was asked what my favorite bass was to target. I blurted out “Spotted Bass!!” before the person asking could finish the question, and then went off on a campaign-like style...
Ah, Probation Pond. A hard core angler’s humble yet all-inclusive abode, complete with blue tinted water, towering palm trees, and shopping cart reefs. Hungry? The catering is provided by the taco stand, and dessert...
I was the first boat in Hauser, the glorious sunrise gracing Barrett Lake as it tends to do this time of morning. The peacefulness of the morning quickly subsided the moment I made my...