I am Reminiscing about our great experiences with our young children, many moons ago, inspired by H20saltangler” post over the weekend. Hey what else can we contribute to our fishing friends, given our stay at home orders, but a good story?
My son is 41 and my daughter is 38, so this was a long time ago, and six grandkids later! Three each!
For forty years my sensational wife Sheryl and I made an annual trip to the High Sierras, usually we arrived on Labor Day, as everyone was leaving, we had the choice of campsites anywhere, our favorite being Lee Vining Creek campground. That was when we had a motorhome. Otherwise we enjoyed staying at Tom’s Cabin.
As with most great events we were blessed to share our experience with friends whom introduced us to the Lee Vining Creek campground. They also had a camper and friends Paul and Annie were as special as any friends can be. Paul knew every lake, stream, and fishing hole for 30 miles in the area. He also taught me all the fresh water trout fishing techniques you could imagine.
Annie was an incredible cook, and her meals at our campsite were to die for. She spent most of her time prepping food. Totally Unreal effort on her part, but she loved every minute of it? Of course they invited many of their family and other friends to join us, who shared in the fun.
I met Paul and Annie through another friend, and I can’t remember who, but they needed someone to do their books and file their taxes. BTW they owned the Annie B Barge out of Long Beach until costs of fuel, taxes, bait and crazy regulations forced them out of business. Annie made far more money off her galley on board, than on the barge receipts. People raved about her burgers, chili and chili fries. They allowed private boaters to enter the barge and purchase food. She was a very special person, loved everyone and everyone loved her. RIP Annie.
I remember my first arrival at the campsite in Lee Vining next to Annie and Paul’s. I put out the lounge chairs and the kids and wife relaxed after the long 6 hour drive. Paul said the trout were hungry, grab your trout rod with a Mepp’s lure and let’s go catch some trout for dinner. OMG I walked the stream watching where Paul was throwing his lure and I caught some 25 trout in about an hour, keeping the five biggest. What a thrill!
After a fabulous dinner, we sat along the campfire and simply said it just does not get better than this, being in God’s country! 85 degree days and 30 degree nights!
So Paul said we need to try out my oh so favorite Lake in the High Sierras, Lundy Lake, so many fantastic experiences there, almost always reliable for catching Trout.
So I set up a rig for my four year old daughter JoDel, I used a standard spinning reel, with four pound test main line and a two pound leader, sliding sinker, and a number 12 treble hook with an inflated worm. I cast it out and handed to my daughter, having shown her how to use it, yeah right?
I took about four steps over to my son Troy’s spot to rig him up. Then I hear my daughter yell, Daddy, Daddy I got one! I help her reel in a nice trout, about one pound, and put it on the stringer. I rebait and cast back out. I take four steps and Daddy, Daddy I got one. I help her reel it in and my son is steaming, because he has yet to get in on the action. So I put this trout on the stringer and went over to rig up my son. I casted out and went back to my daughters rig. My son yells fresh one and reels in his own fish. I spent the next half hour with my kids as they limited out, as yet I had not caught a single fish. What a thrill! And how else can you get kids attached to fishing with such success? Wish I had some Pictures, they were lost long ago.
We were back to the campsite before noon. Annie had lunch ready and we feasted again. Took a nap and later caught more trout walking the creek. It was more fun than you can shake a stick at.
On another trip to the High Sierras, long after our kids had married and moved on with their lives, we stayed at Tom’s Cabin, near Lake Crowley, in case you are not familiar with this area. The food at Tom’s is sensational, the Breakfast the best you have ever realized, my favorite their Chicken Fried Steak, smothered in country gravy, eggs, biscuits, and hashed browns. More than any sane person can eat. Saturday night’s Prime Rib special, as good as it gets, and I have never tasted a better Bloody Mary anywhere.
On most mornings I woke at 5am, as my wife does not fish, and I went fishing alone. I drove 9 miles up the road to Rock Creek Lake, going from 7000 feet to over 9000. This is how you can start your day off right at Rock Creek Lake, beauty beyond words.
Within an hour I usually had multiple limits keeping only the bigger boys. The fish in this lake ranged from ¾ to 1.5 pounds on average, with a monster being 2.5 to 3 pounds.
Back to the cabin by 7:30am, showered and woke the wife up so we could go to breakfast, walking about a 100 yards to the restaurant. I would relax for an hour or two and we would generally spend the rest of our days together going into town to Mammoth Lakes, Hiking or scenic viewing. There is so much to enjoy here.
Our favorite afternoon event was hiking Mosquito Creek Trails. It was a three to seven mile hike, if you chose long distance, very steep after three miles. We did the three most times, which is still six miles round trip. My lovely wife Sheryl:
The beauty on this hike was unmatched almost anywhere, with seven lakes, many streams and meadows of so much beauty, including the snowcapped mountains in the background, simply sensational. If you ever get the chance, you have to do this hike.
Enjoy the pictures:
All the best, I hope this little story helps you get through these trying times?
Hook up! Cory
My son is 41 and my daughter is 38, so this was a long time ago, and six grandkids later! Three each!
For forty years my sensational wife Sheryl and I made an annual trip to the High Sierras, usually we arrived on Labor Day, as everyone was leaving, we had the choice of campsites anywhere, our favorite being Lee Vining Creek campground. That was when we had a motorhome. Otherwise we enjoyed staying at Tom’s Cabin.
As with most great events we were blessed to share our experience with friends whom introduced us to the Lee Vining Creek campground. They also had a camper and friends Paul and Annie were as special as any friends can be. Paul knew every lake, stream, and fishing hole for 30 miles in the area. He also taught me all the fresh water trout fishing techniques you could imagine.
Annie was an incredible cook, and her meals at our campsite were to die for. She spent most of her time prepping food. Totally Unreal effort on her part, but she loved every minute of it? Of course they invited many of their family and other friends to join us, who shared in the fun.
I met Paul and Annie through another friend, and I can’t remember who, but they needed someone to do their books and file their taxes. BTW they owned the Annie B Barge out of Long Beach until costs of fuel, taxes, bait and crazy regulations forced them out of business. Annie made far more money off her galley on board, than on the barge receipts. People raved about her burgers, chili and chili fries. They allowed private boaters to enter the barge and purchase food. She was a very special person, loved everyone and everyone loved her. RIP Annie.
I remember my first arrival at the campsite in Lee Vining next to Annie and Paul’s. I put out the lounge chairs and the kids and wife relaxed after the long 6 hour drive. Paul said the trout were hungry, grab your trout rod with a Mepp’s lure and let’s go catch some trout for dinner. OMG I walked the stream watching where Paul was throwing his lure and I caught some 25 trout in about an hour, keeping the five biggest. What a thrill!
After a fabulous dinner, we sat along the campfire and simply said it just does not get better than this, being in God’s country! 85 degree days and 30 degree nights!
So Paul said we need to try out my oh so favorite Lake in the High Sierras, Lundy Lake, so many fantastic experiences there, almost always reliable for catching Trout.
So I set up a rig for my four year old daughter JoDel, I used a standard spinning reel, with four pound test main line and a two pound leader, sliding sinker, and a number 12 treble hook with an inflated worm. I cast it out and handed to my daughter, having shown her how to use it, yeah right?
I took about four steps over to my son Troy’s spot to rig him up. Then I hear my daughter yell, Daddy, Daddy I got one! I help her reel in a nice trout, about one pound, and put it on the stringer. I rebait and cast back out. I take four steps and Daddy, Daddy I got one. I help her reel it in and my son is steaming, because he has yet to get in on the action. So I put this trout on the stringer and went over to rig up my son. I casted out and went back to my daughters rig. My son yells fresh one and reels in his own fish. I spent the next half hour with my kids as they limited out, as yet I had not caught a single fish. What a thrill! And how else can you get kids attached to fishing with such success? Wish I had some Pictures, they were lost long ago.
We were back to the campsite before noon. Annie had lunch ready and we feasted again. Took a nap and later caught more trout walking the creek. It was more fun than you can shake a stick at.
On another trip to the High Sierras, long after our kids had married and moved on with their lives, we stayed at Tom’s Cabin, near Lake Crowley, in case you are not familiar with this area. The food at Tom’s is sensational, the Breakfast the best you have ever realized, my favorite their Chicken Fried Steak, smothered in country gravy, eggs, biscuits, and hashed browns. More than any sane person can eat. Saturday night’s Prime Rib special, as good as it gets, and I have never tasted a better Bloody Mary anywhere.
On most mornings I woke at 5am, as my wife does not fish, and I went fishing alone. I drove 9 miles up the road to Rock Creek Lake, going from 7000 feet to over 9000. This is how you can start your day off right at Rock Creek Lake, beauty beyond words.
Within an hour I usually had multiple limits keeping only the bigger boys. The fish in this lake ranged from ¾ to 1.5 pounds on average, with a monster being 2.5 to 3 pounds.
Back to the cabin by 7:30am, showered and woke the wife up so we could go to breakfast, walking about a 100 yards to the restaurant. I would relax for an hour or two and we would generally spend the rest of our days together going into town to Mammoth Lakes, Hiking or scenic viewing. There is so much to enjoy here.
Our favorite afternoon event was hiking Mosquito Creek Trails. It was a three to seven mile hike, if you chose long distance, very steep after three miles. We did the three most times, which is still six miles round trip. My lovely wife Sheryl:
The beauty on this hike was unmatched almost anywhere, with seven lakes, many streams and meadows of so much beauty, including the snowcapped mountains in the background, simply sensational. If you ever get the chance, you have to do this hike.
Enjoy the pictures:
All the best, I hope this little story helps you get through these trying times?
Hook up! Cory
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