4 men and a clam in glory holes?  Am I in the right place?
I love good chowder.  Thanks for the heads up!

Nice!  They look big.  I have a huge melon and often times have a hard time finding sunglasses that are wide enough for my head.  Ive never tried the Hobie sunglasses.  What are your thoughts on this?  Do they seem bigger than your average pair, capable of coverage on big melons? 

Thats fukt

This is random, but I have found some inspiration - it doesnt cross my path every day, so I thought I would share.  I was born and raised in TX, which has a much different state history than CA.  In my 8 years here, I have found myself reading a ton to understand the place that I now call home.  Having visited Humboldt County a few times, fished Shelter Cove a few times, and read on this forum about the risks to conservation Northern CA faces, this inspiration really hit home.

My 10 yr old is currently studying the watered down, public education version of CA state history, so in an effort to help, I am studying the real CA state history.  So, we are on the Gold rush.

I wanted to share a book that I found and quickly read - Life Amongst the Modocs - Joaquin Miller.  It outlines a "Dances with Wolves" like experience of the author's which takes place around 1850 near Shasta.  Miller wrote in visceral detail about his experiences some 10-15 years later in London and produced this book with a surprisingly progressive voice which I can assume was somewhat unpopular in the 1850s.  I encourage you all to find this book and read it.  It is available for free online - https://archive.org/details/amongstthemodocs00millrich.  The following passage is a taste.  This is an incredible book that mirrors a lot of what is going on now, but from a radically different perspective.  Check it out!!   


    It was all a mystery to these Indians as long as they were permitted to live. Besides, there were some whites mining who made poor headway against hunger. I have seen them gather in groups on the bank above the mines and watch in silence for hours as if endeavoring to make it out; at last they would shrug their shoulders, draw their skins closer about them, and stalk away no wiser than before.
     Why we should tear up the earth, toil like gnomes from sun-up to sun-down, rain or sun, destroy the forests and pollute the rivers, was to them more than a mystery - it was a terror. I believe they accepted it as a curse, the work of evil spirits, and so bowed to it in sublime silence.
     This loss of salmon was a greater loss than you would suppose. These fish in the spring-time pour up these streams from the sea in incalculable swarms.  They fairly darken the water. On the head of the Sacramento, before that once beautiful river was changed from a silver sheet to a dirty yellow stream, I have seen between the Devil's Castle and Mount Shasta the stream so filled with salmon that it was impossible to force a horse across the current.  Of course, this is not usual, and now can only be met with hard up at the heads of mountain streams where mining is not carried on, and where the advance of the fish is checked by falls on the head of the stream. The amount of salmon which the Indians would spear and dry in the sun, and hoard away for winter, under such circumstances, can be imagined; and I can now better understand their utter discomfiture at the loss of their fisheries than I did then.

"A storm is brewing, and adventure awaits"  lol

...like, before you’d even realize that you are being stalked).

Peace of mind... do you really want to be stalked by a GWS? 

Yes sir!