Living in the central valley of California, I tend to become jaded with the opportunities nearby. The last 4 years I've reclaimed the steelhead fever I had in my youth and trout fishing has become something to fill in between steelhead seasons. The first heat wave of the season was forecast with temperatures forecast to be in the 106-108 range. The grandsons are out of school and developing an interest in fishing like a pointer on a bird. I decided to take them up to the nearby NP to escape the heat and maybe get a few troots. The peaks shown run about 9,000 to 10,000 feet elevation View attachment 32578 Had to stop and see a big 'un or two, View attachment 32577 Finally got to what we came for View attachment 32582 View attachment 32586 Working the short game with a 3wt. was fun; been a while and the fish were stupid. View attachment 32584 used 2 rods, one set up with a #14 black ant and the other a #12 stimulator; kept increasing the stimulator size 'till I ended up with a #8, trying to fend off the dinks. Stocking in the Park stopped in the 1970's so these fish are essentially wild. Most ran 6-8".While the boys at 6 and 8 years still struggle with the focus and mechanics of casting, they quickly got the idea of dappling and feeding line out downstream. View attachment 32581 View attachment 32585 Hold 'em gently View attachment 32583 Decided to drop down into the meadow where Brownies dominate View attachment 32579 There are some bigger ones, not surprisingly View attachment 32587 Damn!#@$%&* Low-holed by Boboo! View attachment 32580 My daughter was understandably nervous as Mrs. Yogi was nowhere to be seen. I told her to relax, there were 20 or more people watching Boboo, and half were way older and in worse shape than us. I was confident I could outrun a couple with a boy under each arm. The mrs. soon appeared and obviously was nonpulssed by humans as she strolled through the meadow, grazing on the new growth. An excellent day.