“The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” – G. K. Chesterton

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Day 18 Mammoth Area

Well we tried fishing Twin Lakes, but it wasn't a success. It was however, extremely pretty. The lake was gin clear so you could SEE the trout swimming around. They were just a tease though and didn't pick up what we were throwing down. Once it started getting cold, I'll admit, I went and played Sims 3 on my iPhone in the Jeep.

I also need to add the abundance of Mexicans here. Don't get me wrong, I'll take a Mexican over
a Cuban any day (plus their food is way better!), but hot damn speak english. Now where we were fishing was next to a small bridge and a smaller dam. Either these Mexicans were ignorant or they were f'ing retarded spics. It's my blog, I can say whatever the hell I want! Anyway, there was a sign that stated "No fishing From Bridge"... I'm wondering if they could read it. They almost got taken out by a couple of cars. Almost, what a shame. I'm only bitter because one of the little Mexicans kept smacking his pole in the water to get the worm off his hook or something... who knows, but it scared the fish and stopped us from catching them. They weren't the brightest, so snapping pictures of them next to the sign was like shooting fish in a barrel (if they weren't there, fishing would be that way).

P.S. my casting skills are a 10. Mike, you'd better be proud!

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