Disparate or desperate, either describes the gathering in June ('dark of the moon in June') on the river in the small strip of camping named, "los Piños Wilderness Area" campground. Disparate but 'welcomed' by one another and especially desperate for fly fishing, stories, giving opinions, grandstanding, attempts at extreme hyperbole and building memories, most of the two dozen men from across this great nation set camp in the place and way as has been happening for decades. Fish 'tales' below:
Please add to the account of this annual gathering. Someone else would be better to recount its origins - my initiation was only 25 years ago. I can insert my history as the comments progress to the early 80's. Who's first?
I started attending the annual LPRFT seminar in the early 2000's; Kris Pearson got me drunk in Hollister CA and I woke up on the Los Pinos;(I can never repay him.)
Was glad to see the kids in camp; may add to the fray next year.
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I started attending the annual LPRFT seminar in the early 2000's; Kris Pearson got me drunk in Hollister CA and I woke up on the Los Pinos;(I can never repay him.)
Was glad to see the kids in camp; may add to the fray next year.
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