San Francisco Fly Casters Club on the Truckee River

[Bill Kiene semi-retired]

My wife and I are invited by friends to go to the old San Francisco Fly Casters Club on the Truckee River this week.

I have heard about the old club for years and have fished very near their property at times.

It will be fun to eat there and stay overnight in the old historic lodge.

I hear the Green Drake hatch might be on now?

[OregonSalmon]

Billy,
Rubbin' shoulders with the upper crust are yas? Just remember the small fork is for shrimp, the big spoon is for the soup, the napkin goes in the lap, and although in many cultures a burp at the table is considered a polite compliment of the fare, the S.F.-ers will not be impressed. Keep the conversation away from the 'Niners and leave the bait rod at home. Plus don't shake the table and yell "EARTHQUAKE!!!!!! fer' the fellas are a might sensitive about that part of nature.
I guess it is a step on the social scale but you sure can't beat a raw steak and warm beer with smelly foul mouthed heathens around a Pit River campfire. Living around the savages in the coastal mountains of Oregon, that old heathen behavior is a step up!!!! Miss Manners never reached these 'har perts.

[Darian]

Here, Here,... Geller,.... Well said The latter part ("....around a PIT river campfire....") kinda reminds me of the campfire scene from Blazing Saddles

[SullyTM]

Darian...That scene is still my all time favorite when it comes to Hollywood Yuk it Up moments Who wants to be PC when you're camping with the fellas

[Hairstacker]

I think my favorite scene in Blazing Saddles was when Lee Marvin was dead drunk and asleep astride his horse, leaning up against a building. Looked like the horse was leaning too.

[OregonSalmon]

Darian,
I think we were worse than the scene in Blazing Saddles!!! The morning can crush (beers of course) was a large chore, but loosened us up for the day of pain awaiting us on the Pit.
The best (or worst) of all time was when a buddy attempted an unnatural act on an old Colman stove. Phil had one too many bottles of wine, fell asleep in his chair, and for some reason, woke up, walked over to the stove, and started humping it. It was one of those old ones with the white gas and the little pump, and I guess this was his sleep/wine induced way to "pump it up". I checked the manual the next day and it had a big line through the circle on using that method. Sex and food were his two great passions so he seemed to have morphed them into one in his sleep walk.
That Pit will do strange things to ya....