In October, 1991, Casey invited four friends to go fishing. The idea was that the group of friend’s would continue a tradition started by Casey’s father-in-law many years before. The tradition of friends getting together to fish, drink, play cards, throw shoes and slight each others heritage was about to begin.

    Since 1991, many things have changed, and many things have gone unchanged. The friends still make the journey each year to a modest home located on Lake Copco. The trip starts with a long drive north on Interstate 5 into Siskiyou County. Breakfast at the Black Bear is a must, knowing from here on out your stomach will be at the mercy of the Velcro Brothers and Uncle Tom. The City of Yreka unfolds with all its splendor as we make a brief stop to get the little things that only Raley’s and Wal-Mart will have before heading towards the town of Montague.

    Winding through the back roads looking for a small road sign with the name “Ager-Beswick Road,” you make the turn over the bridge and pass the small church on the corner. Some have been known to spend a brief moment bending the ear of the Almighty, promising to mend their ways if only to grasp the coveted hat and cup. Some look away, toward the creek, and form thoughts of malice in their hearts, desiring to achieve immortality with only a pitchfork and a flashlight.

    Onward and upward they climb, past the face of Mt. Brett, until the lake comes into view. The senses are bombarded with the sight, smell and taste of the air (or is that Tim)…how high is the lake…just a little farther…and we’re there…home!

    Roll out of the truck, give Casey some love and stake your claim to the bed, chair, couch or piece of floor that will be your safe haven for the next week. No wives…no kids (with some exceptions…but peeing on the cabin is strictly verboten!)…none of life’s little pressures…the real trip begins!

    Time to fire up the jockey box, shuffle the cards and wet a line in the company of brothers….the ITFN!