Most of my limited knowledge on fishing was absorbed on a pier at Atwood Lake in eastern Ohio. The sunfish and blue gills were pretty accommodating and easy to catch. Unhooking them was a bit more difficult, but I’d do my best to hurriedly release each wriggling fish before grandpa could cook it. I drew the line at eating something I had personally caught. Someone else’s fish was fine, but never my own —some odd little principle I cannot define and could never explain.
Trout fishing in Yosemite National Park is a more serious endeavor. Postcard picturesque, Tuolumne Meadows unfurls splendidly at the sub-alpine level in Yosemite’s high country.
Enclosed by the High Sierra and laced by clear bubbling streams, the meadow offers serene fishing with vistas that just might make catching a fish of secondary concern.
To me at least.