My dad was in town on business and had managed to schedule in an extra day to fish the delta with me for his first time. With the cold & dirty water typical of this time of year, our expectations werenâ€™t high and I unnecessarily did what I could to emphasize that any fish caught would be an extreme bonus, striper or not, and regardless of size.
With that in mind we didnâ€™t kill ourselves with the 3AM commando-style wakeup typical of most of our fly fishing trips. Nor did we skimp on coffee and breakfast stops on the way. In fact, I donâ€™t think the boat even made it into the water until after 10AM.
The weather couldnâ€™t have been nicer for a February day in Northern California, and Iâ€™m sure my dad was appreciating the break from a cold winter in Colorado.
With pictures being worth a thousand words, Iâ€™ll shut up and leave it at this, â€œWe had a totally unexpected, phenomenal dayâ€!