60 years ago when I was around 14 years old we would go to that old cabin for the weekend in the summer.
The was my aunt, uncle, 2 cousins, my mom, dad and us 4 kids so there were about 10 of us up there.
We went up Saturday morning and my brothers and I had the job of catching small trout in the South Fork of the American River.
My uncle had an old bamboo fly rod, reel and line up there so we used that and his wicker creel.
We walked across the street to the river and then fished until we got 10 trout.
Then Sunday morning my uncle would fix a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, potatoes and everyone got a small trout too.
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