|View of Sierras and Kern River|
Ok so here’s my first post on the BFC blog. As an ’03 grad I’ve been away too long. After a couple of flyfishing excursions in the past with none other than Mr. Lane and Mr. Garling I’ve recently been hit with the fly fishing bug and the BassPro Shops down the street has been stealing away some of my tuition money. I have been hitting up the local rivers out here in Southern California along the Sierra Nevadas. Year 3 of vet school was done, and my roommate Joe and I decided a camping trip on the Kern River (Kernville, CA) was completely necessary. The last time we were here it was cold, raining, hailing, snowing and miserable. We only picked up a couple fish with water temps in the low 40s. Although this weekend did bring a bit of the same weather, most of it was manageable and we hooked up some decent rainbows during the daylight while imbibing with the traditional Bud heavy and Makers by the fire at night, which eventually turned into juvenile antics with exploding soda cans in the fire.
Here's Joe with a snake we found that drowned itself in the river near our campsite. After we determined he was a harmless gartersnake and cause of death was indeed drowning we gutted this sucker, threw him on the fire and ate him up to prove our manhood. The guy nextdoor covered in tattoos and piercings in too many places was thoroughly impressed, and of course we coerced him to sample it for himself. ... Tasted like chewy calamari.