Most of my limited knowledge on fishing was absorbed on a pier at Atwood Lake in eastern Ohio. The sunfish and blue gills were pretty accommodating and easy to catch. Unhooking them was a bit more difficult, but I’d do my best to hurriedly release my catch before grandpa could cook it. I drew the line at eating something I had personally caught. Someone else’s fish was fine. But never my own. It was a matter of some principle I can not define and could never explain.
Trout fishing in Yosemite National Park is a more serious endeavor. And postcard picturesque… Tuolumne Meadows unfurls splendidly at the sub-alpine level in Yosemite’s high country.
Enclosed by the High Sierra and laced by clear bubbling streams, the meadow offers serene fishing with vistas that just might make catching a fish of secondary concern.
To me at least.
Updated from October 21, 2009.
