Poems, Essays and Other Ramblings of an Illiterate Fly Fisherman
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Summer Thunder in the Sierra
Summer thundershowers are not uncommon in the Sierra. Here Mount Morrison is cast in subtle relief by one. Although fearsome, they are short lived. Put down that graphite lightning rod you've been fishing with for awhile. The sun will come back out, and you can be off, after the ever elusive wild trout again.
I grew up in Kentucky, and learned to fly fish on small ponds and lakes, mostly for Bluegill, but sometimes for Largemouth Bass. After I moved to California following my return from Vietnam, and thanks to the help of a couple of women who knew me better than I knew myself, I came back to my boyhood love of fly fishing.