Fifi
I had traveled to a small cabin near Lake Tahoe in the Sierra Nevada mountains to do some writing. I was on deadline for a column I was writing on kokanee salmon heading up small creeks and streams from the lake to spawn. I was told about two miles away. I could find a place to park just before a small bridge crossing a stream. Near the bridge, I would find a dirt fire road. Walk the fire road as it enters the forest. After a mile or so, the road comes out at the stream close to the lake. That is the best place to view the fish.
I awoke at sunrise and made myself a small breakfast and headed out the door. It was going to be another beautiful day. It was mid-October, and the aspens were turning yellow, and the sky was a deep blue. As I got to my car, my neighbor was sitting on the po
