The alarm sounds at 5:30 am. We quickly grab our clothes and food and out the door we go. Stepping outside we’re greeted to a wall of cold, crisp air and the smell of sweet mountain pine. I can hear the crunching sound of ice and frost under our feet as we walk across the grass to get to our cars. Our eyes still half closed from the short night, we’re off to grab a quick cup of coffee then to the boat. At first hardly a word is spoken. As the fresh air and coffee kick in you can feel the excitement and anticipation build. This is how it always starts when your fishing during fall in the High Sierra. For over 30 years we’ve returned to these mountains in search of great memories and adventures. It never gets old.