Depression Letters “He had been working since May at Balboa Park, cutting wood, gardening, cleaning up ravines, canyons, etc. When he was put on the Federal work card, a foreman's name was on the card. …

Largemouth lust The casters trade rods back and forth. Watching them, I can feel more sympathy for the obsession with equipment. I’m obsessed too; it’s impossible to be a serious fly fisherman and not be. …

A little bit east of Eden When I was living in Los Angeles years ago, a door-to-door solicitor pitching San Diego vacations and tours showed me a brochure of local attractions. Included on the list …

"A lot of us guys had an interest in hopping up cars, and I finally said, 'Let’s get a little organization together.’ So we met in one of the guys’ garage. Armistice Day, the 11th …

"Most of our hunting was in Mission Valley, where Fashion Valley is; there was the best damn duck shootin' you ever heard of. Along that river bottom there were a lot of potholes, just full of ducks."

“Well, I’d go to Cuyamaca. The fly fishermen usually fish the south end; it’s shallow enough to wade and the boats don’t bother you. We were up there last week and one of the members caught 60 bluegill.”