Get The Net
A cloud of fine dust billowed up behind my Subie, leaving a hazy trail behind me as I bounced down the dirt road leading to Tom’s house. From his neighbor’s yard, a longhorn steer threw me a half-interested glance as I pulled up the drive. It was a bright morning in May, and I was on my way to build a landing net with the Shasta Trinity Fly Fishers, my local fly fishing club. I was a little nervous; partly because the club is comprised mostly of retirement-age men (and I’m a 30-something woma
6/1/2016Jami Witherspoon