Spent a few hours yesterday at the Sportsmans Expo. I've been to many of these over the years to see if there is anything new. Yesterday was basically the same as the past years.
I didn't go into the hunting part because as you all know, I don't hunt. There might have been something interesting, but I decided I wanted to spend more time in the fishing area.
I did run across a couple of Outfitters that might be of interest, but the one thing I noticed is that 90%-95% of the Outfitters at the show were in Alaska. The rest were in Northern California (up by the Oregon border) and Southern Oregon. I'll let you know in a future post if anything comes of my research from the show. I was looking for one of those Outfitters that get you to an area where the big Brookies are, like Canada or there abouts. Anybody have a good one in mind, let me know.
On a lighter note, California has been getting drowned this last week. As the storms approached, the weather guessers said the snow level, here, was going to be high (5000 ft and up). Well, yesterday we (at 3215 ft) got 1-1/2 inches around Noon. This morning we woke up to 3 inches and it's still snowing. I think I missed my calling. Weatherman, wrong most of the time and still getting paid! Wow, what a job. Although, I have to have sympathy for those in Southern California. I called my Brother who lives in Long Beach and they've been draining their pool (too much water and it floods their back yard) constantly since the rain started. But contrary to what's being reported, Southern California is not being washed into the ocean. Just looks that way. Even the guy on National News that was Kayaking on the streets of Long Beach, was no where near where my Brother lives. Sensational reporting at it's best.
Coming home on Monday Morning from getting my truck worked on, I came across several people stopped on one of the mountain roads I travel. There was a big Oak branch across the road. Being the good guy I am, I got out of the truck and helped pull the limb off the road. Four of us pulling and I picked the one branch that snapped off. One minute I was pulling, the next I was flat on the ground. This 63 year old body doesn't take that very well, so I've been healing for the last four days. Maybe I'll be in shape enough to get out and do a little fishing this weekend. We'll see.
Till the next time, remember: "A bad day fishing is better than being on your ass in the middle of the road".