Recently headed down to Alcova to camp and fish with my friends Neil and his Dad, Greg, and Bill Durdel. Fishing was decent the first day, but with gusts up to 45mph, we couldn't help but take a step back and just throw in the towel in the afternoon; which really only meant we hung out, shot guns and sipped bourbon....into the night.
The next day's forecast looked much more promising and the fishing turned out to be great as well. Cloudy morning, low breeze and hungry fish made for a great day and although we never landed the boss we were looking for, we crushed it. Streamer fishing was absurd.
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