fishing after dark
I remebered when I showed Bob Swan the trail head Sunday of an adventure I had on the anglers trail below Hesperia. I had fished late and was hiking out with a twenty pound salmon for the smoker on a rope stringer when I tripped and broke the bulb in my flashlight. I then lost the trail and spent about an hour and a half staggering around in dense woods woods with a world record three hundred pound salmon catching on the rare branch that my rod or landing net missed until I finally stumbled out of the woods in someone's back yard a mile or so from where I belonged. I trudged back to the car with my five hundred pound fish which promptly shrank enough to fit in the cooler quite nicely. I now carry two flashlights whenever I think there's a chance of being out after dark.
all leaders tangle; mine are just better at it than most. Jim
No one is making more water. Use what we have wisely.