For several decades, Dad and I fished a lot of Sierra streams, and Oak Creek just north of Independence may top the list of favorites. The water flow remained consistent for spring to fall angling, and while they had developed campsites, you could camp anywhere on the stream—just be neat. I still remember landing my first big trout there as a mid-teen: 16” and a fat 1 ½ lbs. Then troubles afflicted Oak. Whirling disease hit in 1984, stopping all stocking of rainbow trout, but some good browns remained, and the trailhead continued to give good results. Then a 2007 fire incinerated all the trees and brush from the trailhead nearly to…
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Wounds. We all have them. Deep ones that we can’t seem to get over. Not really unexpected in a world of fallen people. Wounds that stick and never fully heal. Wounds that try to tell us something about us. The wounds may come from friends or family members or anyone that touches our world. They may come from our own bad decisions that shatter our lives (see last week’s post). And they arrive by chance. Life happens. Some heal with time, but many persist. And often, the closer the wounder, the deeper the wound. But…
Read MoreMe? Make a Mistake? No Way!
After last week's post "A Good Christian?" went up, a good friend (and a good Christian), Kim Pinnell, sent a private message saying I made a mistake. "How so?" I doubtfully replied.
"You gave three steps in becoming a good Christian, right? Why did you ..."
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