It Was A Nice Day To Read

I got out to Lake Camanche North Shore about 9:30 yesterday morning. I know that seems a little late for me, but I'm still taking my wife back and forth to work. The operation she had on her foot didn't go as well as expected. Something about the stitches inside and needing another surgery. In any event, she can't make the walk from way out in the parking lot to the office, so I drop her off at the door. 

I set up two rods with rainbow Power Bait and with coffee in hand, parked in the red camping chair to read (for Yuki's benefit) a paperback novel. He was a librarian for most of his career and using an e-reader is just not in his make-up. Obviously I didn't have any expectations since the last few times I've been out there I've been skunked. BUT it's the only place I can sit in the shade of the truck and fish or in this case, read.

Then, this guy showed up. I don't think it was the same warden in the picture, but like Larry Bird and Tweedy Bird, "they looked an awful lot alike".

California Game Warden

If you followed this blog for any length of time, you know that if I talk to a Game Warden I get skunked. It's happened every time for the last 9 or 10 years and yesterday was no exception. 

I got through 50 some pages of the book then packed up and went home. I might add that no body else caught anything either. I don't want to blame it on the presence of the Game Warden, but.......... 

Stay Tuned.