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Saturday, July 01, 2006

A River Runs Through Azusa

Ever since seeing A River Runs Through It, I'd always been curious about fly fishing. They presented it so romantically in the film, that how could I not? So it was inevitable that I ask Mike, another routesetter at the gym who just happens to be an avid fly fisherman as well, to take us out with him on one of his regular trips.

Today was the day. In preparation, Marc, Martin and I watched the movie again last night to get psyched about our adventure. Then I kicked them out of the condo so that they could go home and sleep; we had to wake up at 5:30 this morning to be able to get there at a decent fishing time.

Mike picked Azusa since it's one of his closest fishing spots. The weather was relentless today, but we pressed on. And the results were rewarding enough. The water was just so refreshing to stand in, and we each caught a fish or two. They were tiny, but I tell ya, it was thrilling to feel that tug at the end of the line.

After a not-so-pleasant run-in with some people, we moved to one of the recommended fishing spots more up the hill, which was absolutely beautiful. I had my fill of fishing by then and simply settled down to read a (really) good book, soak my feet a little in the water and take more photos.

Soon, our hunger and the heat became too unbearable, so we packed up to leave, took a breather and drank some refreshments at the car while we organized things, and then grabbed lunch at a barbecue place at the foot of the hill. We were famished but happy.

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