My F I L took my Hubby fishing starting in the 50s in the lower Sierra's. His Unkle and a few close Friends also went the 4 miles of switchback Trail to the Creek at different times, climbed down a Tree and Cliff to the water and fished till they had a limit. That was Fly fishing, Hubby even tied his own Fly's. Then up the Cliff and Tree, build a Fire and using a Skillet, cornmeal and Oil that was kept in a hollow Tree and replenished by every Fisherman that came there, cooked the Trout and ate the whole mess.
Later they fished for one more Limit, cleaned them, put them in the Wicker Creel with Willow Branches to keep them fresh and headed for home. For Snacks there were always Candybars and Vienna Sausage. The Creek supplied the water. If it got to late and could not get down the Mntn, sleeping on a bed of Pine needles, that was camping. We did not worry about having having a Compass , we were careful and respected nature. If a Bear was near we stopped and never put our Hand and Feet anywere where we could not see if a Rattler was near,
I did it one time and never again, was to hard all that walking and climbing.
Later they fished for one more Limit, cleaned them, put them in the Wicker Creel with Willow Branches to keep them fresh and headed for home. For Snacks there were always Candybars and Vienna Sausage. The Creek supplied the water. If it got to late and could not get down the Mntn, sleeping on a bed of Pine needles, that was camping. We did not worry about having having a Compass , we were careful and respected nature. If a Bear was near we stopped and never put our Hand and Feet anywere where we could not see if a Rattler was near,
I did it one time and never again, was to hard all that walking and climbing.
