A couple of months ago, son Gary asked if we wanted to go camping in the Eastern Sierras with him and his family. He was planning a trip in July to Robinson Creek just outside of Bridgeport, a spot our family has been going to for years. In fact when I was a small boy, it was at Robinson Creek where I learned to fish and where, as luck would have it, that I caught my first fish. As our children grew, they all in turned learned to fish and caught their first fish in Robinson Creek. Now Gary wanted to take his son Kyle to the same creek to continue the tradition.
It’s about 450 miles from our home to Robinson Creek, so after arraigning for appropriate financing to pay for the gas, we headed out after the 4th of July weekend. After an overnight stop in Bishop, we arrived in the late morning and set up camp at Crags Campground, one of 5 forest service campgrounds on Robinson Creek. Our camp was about 100 yards from the creek and a short distance from Lower Twin Lake, another great fishing spot. Both Robinson Creek and the Twin Lakes, receive a weekly plant of trout, ensuring that at least most people will catch something. Actually both Upper and Lower Twin Lakes produce some trophy trout, but most of the catch in the lakes and the creek is what I consider as “pan sized”.
Gary took Kyle to both the creek and the lower lake for his for his introduction to the thrill of landing a fish. Actually both Gary and Kyle released most of the fish they caught, keeping only enough for dinner. I learned from Kyle that if you don’t catch a fish, then you’re a farmer. I was lucky enough to rise to the level of fisherman and avoid the farmer label, but as evidenced by the title of this blog entry, I was a lot closer to being a farmer than Kyle.
A GREAT RECIPIE FOR TROUT
Make a rub out of curry, Old Bay Seasoning, Montréal Steak Seasoning, salt and pepper.
(Put other kinds of seasonings in the rub according to your taste)
Lightly coat the fish inside and out with olive oil
Coat both inside and outside with the rub.
Place fish in tin foul lightly coated with olive oil.
Place sliced garlic cloves, sliced onions and sliced lemons both inside the fish cavity and on top of the fish.
Rap the fish in foil and cook over Barbeque or fire for about 15 minutes (depending on size of fish) turning once.
Turns out Kyle loved the fish but his father wouldn’t eat any. What a farmer!
It’s about 450 miles from our home to Robinson Creek, so after arraigning for appropriate financing to pay for the gas, we headed out after the 4th of July weekend. After an overnight stop in Bishop, we arrived in the late morning and set up camp at Crags Campground, one of 5 forest service campgrounds on Robinson Creek. Our camp was about 100 yards from the creek and a short distance from Lower Twin Lake, another great fishing spot. Both Robinson Creek and the Twin Lakes, receive a weekly plant of trout, ensuring that at least most people will catch something. Actually both Upper and Lower Twin Lakes produce some trophy trout, but most of the catch in the lakes and the creek is what I consider as “pan sized”.
Gary took Kyle to both the creek and the lower lake for his for his introduction to the thrill of landing a fish. Actually both Gary and Kyle released most of the fish they caught, keeping only enough for dinner. I learned from Kyle that if you don’t catch a fish, then you’re a farmer. I was lucky enough to rise to the level of fisherman and avoid the farmer label, but as evidenced by the title of this blog entry, I was a lot closer to being a farmer than Kyle.
A GREAT RECIPIE FOR TROUT
Make a rub out of curry, Old Bay Seasoning, Montréal Steak Seasoning, salt and pepper.
(Put other kinds of seasonings in the rub according to your taste)
Lightly coat the fish inside and out with olive oil
Coat both inside and outside with the rub.
Place fish in tin foul lightly coated with olive oil.
Place sliced garlic cloves, sliced onions and sliced lemons both inside the fish cavity and on top of the fish.
Rap the fish in foil and cook over Barbeque or fire for about 15 minutes (depending on size of fish) turning once.
Turns out Kyle loved the fish but his father wouldn’t eat any. What a farmer!
NOT A FARMER
THREE GENERATIONS
