Back. Funk. Sigh.

So I’m back, and I wish I wasn’t. I had 9 days in Trinity this year and it was fan-fucking-tastic. I didn’t want to come home. But here I am. Back to work on Tuesday.

While I was up there I Twittered a few times a day, almost every day. Those updates can be found here or by reading the “Mobile Phone Updates” in my sidebar on this webpage.

All week long the weather was warm and sunny and dry–it felt like summer instead of fall. This was very bad for deer hunting. When the weather is hot the only time we see deer is the first hour after sunrise and the last hour before sunset. So during the day it’s pointless to hunt–unless you’re right on top of the deer, they won’t move. They’ll just sit motionless under a bush or tree all day long.

So I modified my strategy to accomodate the weather. I hunted in the morning and the evening, and did other things during the day–like fly fish.

I’ve always wanted to fly fish Trinity. Over the last 8 years of going up there I’ve always marveled at the waters–it’s EVERYWHERE. Within 30 minutes of the cabin I’ve got my pick of 3 different creeks/rivers/streams. These waters are spring fed and flow year round. Consequently, the trout populations are quite healthy. And the fishing is superb. I got my fill of trout fishing this year. I’m sad that it took me this long to bring my gear and get my line wet. I caught fish every session, and lots of them. Typical California mountain stream trout: 6-10 inch rainbows. Healthy fighters. Beautiful coloring.

I had a spiritual (for lack of a better word) experience in the middle of the Trinity River on Friday afternoon. I had been fly fishing for a few hours, catching fish after fish, playing the trout quickly without tiring them out, and releasing them gently. I had stopped to take a swig from my water bottle and eat an apple and was standing in the middle of the river. The river was cold and the current was strong. Fish rose and jumped all around me. I looked on either side of the riverbank–rows of aspens and oaks swathed a canvas of colors from red to orange to yellow. Above them the Cascade mountains rose, covered in evergreen pine trees. At that moment I felt the most profound sense of peace and tranquility and satisfaction I’ve ever felt. And at that moment I knew how I wanted to feel for the rest of my life.

Didn’t take many pictures this year, except a few of the Trinity river.

Why did you do that? Why?

People in the Bay Area drive like idiots.

Today on highway 80 traffic was backed up for miles. Why? Because there were two deer on the side of the hill next to the highway. What. The. Fuck. This would never happen in SoCal. In SoCal there could be blood on the asphalt and an overturned SUV on the freeway and people would still be zooming by at 80 miles an hour.

Last night when I was driving home in cruise control at 72 mph in the wide open lane next to the fast lane. Speed limit 65 mph. In my mirrors I watch a guy pass me by, change to my lane, annnnnnd… slow down, forcing me to brake. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? In SoCal you could get shot for such behavior.

All my life, growing up in NorCal, I’ve heard about how bad the traffic is and how terrible the drivers are in SoCal. You know what? It’s the other way around.

I’ll take good ol’ SoCal drivers over NorCal drivers ANY day.