DS Fishing Blog

I live in the city.  It's a pretty big and bustling one too.  I've learned through experience that to move forward or to get what you want you often have to be aggressive.  This is nowhere more true than in traffic on the freeway.  In my opinion, besides drunk drivers, no one is more dangerous on the freeway than the person who slows down to try and get over to the exit lane.  I'm talking about the person who is so scared and frustrated that nobody has responded to their signal and let them merge that they end up nearly stopped when traffic all around them is moving at 45 plus miles per hour.

Sometimes, I really think the best way to beat this economic crunch is to bury your head in the sand.  Most people think this cliche makes reference to ostriches and their strange habit of plunging their heads into the ground when frightened.  Well, Ostriches are actually quite aggressive beasts, truth be told.  So, upon no further research and with no facts to back it up, I believe it to mean one should go fishing.

Well, ever since my buddy got back from a trip to the Trinity, Lower Sac, and Eastern Sierra waters in early November, I've been dying to get away.  It's been such a warm fall here in my neck of the California woods that I thought (prayed is more like it) that the hoppers would be out until December.  His amazing pictures and stories of savage streamer strikes had me drooling in my day dreams.