It was going to be awesome!
We were going to catch so many feisty native trout!
Sure it would be a pain in the ass carrying fishing poles up mountain trails that far but it would be worth it!
We were hiking about a quarter mile from the lake when I realized I forgot my fishing license.
The fine for fishing without a license is severe, ( I’m talking about a thousand dollar fine in California!) plus they confiscate your tackle and gear so I was not going to take a chance today, even being three miles from any sort of civilization.
Instead we finished up the hike, found the little alpine lake and I sat by the lake all afternoon and enjoyed my beer.
What a terrible way to spend a afternoon.
I have to start eating healthy again after vacation.
On this day for lunch I had a Salted Carmel Shake from Mono Cone and a Trout Slayer wheat beer.
Why do I do this to myself?