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As is the custom in our family, we generally spend a day or two up in the Eastern Sierras during Thanksgiving weekend or, later during the Xmas Holidays. This time, Ally and I did a quick up and back to the Owens valley to recon some places for us to initiate my Grandson Miles (or Moo 2) into the Troutastic angling arts…I had mentioned in a previous post – “THE MUTHA’lode…”, that I would put up some information on places that MY Dad took my twin brother and I to fish for Trout when we were little – here is a bit on Lone Pine Creek…we also spent some time looking for “pointy obsidian and jasper” objects and roamin’ around…that’s how we roll…

The Owens Valley, just after sunrise, from the White Mountains…

After a long “mush’, up from East of Independence, we stopped here for some deserty activities

We pulled in here for some lunch and spent some time flipping over pieces of shiny black flakes…

Desert GOURMET lunch…

This place has been quite productive through the years…my Dad would get my brother and me out here at the crack of dawn on really cold December days…

It would be worth it to find a batch of these…this time we came up with only pieces…not a single complete point…

Ally wanted to send some pills out of her BHP… “THE SHADOW” documented her efforts…

Sunlight was getting short so we decided to gain some altitude…

Ally, bushwackin’ Lone Pine Creek…

Ally with Mt. Whitney in the background…it gets very cold when the sun drops below those peaks…

PT stands on a boulder overlooking Lone Pine Creek…this is one of the spots I would take my Dad into, to fish the creek…when he was two years younger than I am now, he refused to go down this hill, fearing he would take a fall…As Ally said: “What a WUSS”

My Dad, Jess Barker, about the time he became a WUSS, in 1974…along Lone Pine Creek…

Ally, preparing to clobber her Dad with a snowball where the road was closed heading up to the Mt. Whitney portal…

PT shows Ally where her Grandfather would make us sit and fish with a size # 18 Mustad, gold, treble hook and Velveeta cheese for planted Rainbows…while he wandered off – elsewhere…This is at the bridge above Movie Flats road…

Ally checks out the water on the upside of the bridge…it looks like this…

While we were standing there, we saw a 17″ Trout wave out into the current, just above the mossy rock…

A reminder of memories past and fishing Lone Pine Creek with salmon eggs, crickets and red worms…

Somebody else, sitting on a rock at Lone Pine Creek, with FRYE BOOTS, when she was about Ally’s age…

Looking East towards the White Mountains from the base of Mt. Whitney at dusk…

Another location along Lone Pine Creek where one has to slither in like a serpent to present an offering to the residents…there are Rainbows and Browns in this creek…I have taken Browns up to 18″ in here if I do my part…

The sandtrap at the bottom of Lone Pine Creek just before it enters the LA Aqueduct…this will be the location of my Grandson’s first Trout outing…Ally MADE this decision…

My son Michael, explaining to Muy ( Miles ), the size of the TROUT he will catch with his Grandfather…on Thanksgiving…

Mt. Whitney at sunset…

OK…time for dinner…and Virgin Marys…

…and the best spot for food on the EASTSIDE is:

SEASONS…Lone Pine California…hands down !!!

Back to tying…

PT/TB

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Before their was The Owens Valley, there was a quonset hut near avenue “D” (Hwy. 138) and 210th Street in the Antelope Valley, Garlock, Randsburg and Red Mountain near Mojave, CA. These were places where we went to go target shooting, hiking and exploring. In January, 1979 Jean and I had moved into a townhouse in the San Fernando Valley near Van Nuys High School. We made several trips up to the Owens Valley in the Fall of 1978.

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The Owens Valley, looking towards The White Mountains…

We looked for arrowheads behind Independence, CA and in the foothills of the lava fields just East of Tinemaha Resovoir, near Big Pine, CA. On our first trip to Aspen, in September, 1978, we passed through Bishop – it was one of the prettiest days that I remember…she also ran her fingers through my hair…Hmmmmm…

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These were taken on a hot day in the Fall of 1978…

Later that Fall, in November, I took Jean and and actress/agent friend of mine and her boy friend hunting for pheasants along the Owens River bottom South of Lone Pine. In those days, the California Department of Fish and Game would plant birds along the River. They did not naturally reproduce there. On our way up to Lone Pine, we stopped at The Homestead Cafe, one of my favorite places to dine on Hwy. 395. It was located where Hwy. 14 and Hwy. 395 join. For many years afterwards, Ally, Michael and myself made a point of stopping there when we visited the High Sierras. The had a steak platter called “The Big Verge” that was a 2lb., 2 inch thick Sirloin that the three of us could not finish off. It is now shuttered and up for sale – lot of memories there!!!

Homestead Cafe , Indian Wells Valley…

The Homestead today…(4.14.2011)

Our daughter, Ally…drives her Dad past the memories…33 years later..(4.14.2011)

On that pheasant hunting trip, we – I mean I – took many birds. I had bought Jean a 20 gage Browning BPS especially for this trip. It was cold and frosty when we arrived at the Owens. I carried a 12 gage Brown BSS and my friends both had high end Italian 12 gage, over and under shotguns. I had no sooner traveled twenty five yards from the vehicle when I jumped the first hen. It was a day like that, I could do no wrong and there were pheasants EVERYWHERE. As Jean was walking, a bird explode from a sage bush right at her feet. I hollered, ” shoot!” and Jean nearly dropped her shotgun…I took the bird out at 30 yards as it made for a Cottonwood stand across the river… with the modified barrel…The other guys were not doing so well either…

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Browning BSS, 12 gauge

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East and North of Manzanar on the way to Shepherd’s Creek, Ally wants a pair of those FRYE Boots…

In fact, Jean kinda’ had a look on her face like the one in the picture above -not pleased!!! The fun part began when we returned to the Mt. Whitney Motel and had to pluck the feathers off the fowl and clean them. I knew how to do this. For Jean and the others it was like, “Where are the porters and gun bearers, don’t THEY do this!!!”The birds were cleaned, frozen and brought back to LA on dry ice. My Mother, back in Carrollton, GA, used to admonish me that if I killed a game animal – I had to eat it (Coot does not taste too good). This has been passed on to my kids…

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Lost somewhere…

Those pheasants were cooked up at Jean’s parent’s house on Thanksgiving day, 1978 in Monterey Park. (and for those of you who wonder- Jean’s Mom is from Burma and her Dad is from Shanghai, China, both are Chinese, and yes, they had an arranged marriage …)

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Cooking the birds…Thanksgiving, 1978…

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Eating the birds, Thanksgiving, 1978…

In December, 1978, Jean and I went hunting in Lone Pine where she shot and killed her first and last Jackrabbit. The hunting license that we spent two days acquiring through a Hunter Safety class, was never used again. She pegged that “bunny” with a Colt .22 HB Officer’s Model Match that had belonged to my Mom…

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Colt .22 HB, Officer’s Model Match…

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Lone Pine Creek, in a hard to get to place…

For Christmas, Jean bought me a Ruger , 6″, single action .38/.357. I put custom, finger groove ,Walnut stocks on that puppy and had Alphonso’s of North Hollywood fashion a custom leather rig for it…( he leathered Nudie’s Metal). I have never parted with that handgun…

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Ruger SA, 6″, .38/.357…





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At Shepherd’s Creek…

I had set up a loading bench in the spare room below our garage at the townhouse and spent a lot of Saturday’s cooking up special loads for my Varmint rifles. In particular, I worked on high velocity, flat loads for a 6mm. Parker Hale that I used for sitting up on hay bales, on a hot spring day, out in the Antelope Valley busting ground squirrels out to 800 meters. That whole area is now a subdivision and it is something one can no longer do – out there…

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Along Lone Pine Creek…

This same place was where we used to Dove hunt in the Fall and later on hunt Ducks and Quail . It was about a 45 minute drive from where we lived in LA. Jean would generally accompany me, but did not hunt…

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More LP Creek…

On those weekends that we were in town, we could usually be found at this INSANE place in Malibu, on Friday or Saturday nights, called The Crazy Horse Saloon, built in the 1920’s and once owned by Neil Young. It was located across from the Malibu Pier and was loaded with revelers. From the San Fernando Valley, we would drive on the 101 Freeway to Malibu Canyon Road. We would get there around nine and close the joint . Between the Jack Daniels and trips to the restrooms (Peruvian Marching Powder), the dancing (yes, they overplayed that D–O music that our kids laugh at today – think Chic, Taste of Honey – repped. those girls) …the drive back home would get REAL interesting. Most of our clothes went flying into the back seat and it was even more difficult to focus on the road. The truckers on the 101 must have had a field day at 2 AM…We did at 3 am

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The Crazy Horse Saloon replaced the above Cafe in the late 70’s…

The Bar…

What it is now called and how it looks these days…

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Love the pout…

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Again…

On one of those trips over the hill, there was an incident that happened between Jean and myself that should have raised a BIG RED FLAG in my head. But, in those days… I would not/could not recognize a red flag if it was waved in my face or beat on the head with it … ( more on this when I recover…) both of us were then, stumbling toward the 80’s…

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Lone Pine Creek…

Jean was still working as an actress and I was piling up musicians, actors, actresses and corporate accounts as a Sunset Strip publicist. Those were heady days, much clubbing, concerts and parties. Jean even worked as an intern at my office while she was going to UCLA.

One of my best bud’s (and client) was “Willy”, Wilhelmina. Going to her offices here in LA and in New York was like visiting a candy store for beautiful (vacuous) people… She is someone I will always remember…she was a cut above anyone I have ever worked with... a good friend and a true LADY…

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Jean – Moving…

This was an exceptionally exciting time. And, don’t let me forget to mention, that I went through all of it…with a drink in my hand…and a straw in my pocket…

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Jean blinking…

My job, in a nutshell – in those days – was to take one – dimensional people and companies and make them interesting. So, that (YOU) the public, would buy their records, go to their concerts, watch their television shows, see their movies or buy their products. Yikes…I like going Fly Fishing with my kids and Tying Flies a lot better…

PT/TB

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Here are some photos I found while waiting for my brother and Ally to get me the other ones I’m waiting for. They cover a lot of years , a lot of winter activities we pursue- photography, exploring, arrowhead hunting, target shooting and a lot of territory. AND, in no particular order…


Ally Barker, Sierra Nevada Mtns in background, Winter, 2002…

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The White Mountains in winter, 2002…

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A small, Owens River Brown…

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Red Lake, Above Little Virginia Lake, Bridgeport, CA…

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Alabama Hills, above Lone Pine, CA…

jean-aspenJean Marie Hon, Aspen, CO, 1978….

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Ally and two of her friends, Owens River…

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Ally and Angelo. below 5 Bridges, Owens River…Fall. 2003

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Ally and her obsidian flipper, Owens Valley…Winter 2004

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Ally, Bushmaster & ACOG, another favorite Winter pastime, outthere….somewhere…

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Ally, goofin’ off…

ally-mulinAlly, mulin’ for the fellas on the Owens River…

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Ally, being shot by Michael while being shot by Jean Marie, Victoria BC, Canada…

ally-white-mountainsAlly and Angelo in the White Mountains, East side of the Owens Valley…WINTER

arrowheadHmmmm….What could this be?

below-5-bridgesAlong the Owens River….

bridgeport-slushWalker River road slush….Bridgeport, CA…

coke-can-on-owensCoke can on the Owens River…

dad-chimney-peakChimney Peak Varmint hunter, S&W Mdl: 66….

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Urban assualt vehicle, 1978. Frying Pan River, CO….

deep-springs-valley-winterDeep Springs Valley, Winter….really cold!!!!

deep-springs-winterMore Deep Springs Valley – in Winter-…

fire-chimney-peakCamp at Chimey Peak, 1983…

hog-back-duskHog Back Creek at dusk, looking into the Sierras….Winter 2005

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Looking into the Owens Valley, Northward from a rise above….

jean-cindy-aspenJMH and Cindy looking down the Roaring Fork Valley, 1981…

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One of my favorite spots in the Owens Valley…Winter 2007

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Michael below 5 bridges, Owens River….

mike-casting-5-bridgesMichael casting into a tailout on the Owens River…big Brown here…

mike-chimney-peakMichael, S&W Mdl: 586, Chimney Peak…

mike-deep-springsMichael, Deep Springs Valley…Winter 2003

mike-lp-sandtrapMichael, Fly and Bubble, sandtrap Lone Pine Creek…

mike-owens-fallMichael, casting up a run, Owens River, Fall…

mike-owens-truckMichael rigging up at the wild trout section, Owens River, Winter,2004…

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Michael working through a run, Owens River…

mike-tule-riverMichael, North Fork of the Tule River…

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Michael, ripping a streamer with his Winston WT on the Lower “O”…

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Michael, freezing on the Owens River in January. 2004…

owens-brownTime to go….Mr. Brown, Owens River…

owens-elkTule Elk crossing a ridge, Owens Valley, Winter

owens-rain-dadPT in a freezing rain on the wild trout section, Owens River – WINTER..,

owens-rainbowA nice, but small, Owens Rainbow…

owens-little-lakeDesert location outside of Lone Pine, CA

frying-pan-fishA nice and BIG, Rainbow from the Frying Pan, CO…

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Here they are…DOGS COUNT TOO!!!

Michael and Ally at the TOP of the WORLD…Saline Valley…

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Children of dune…Saline Valley…

Michael and a person with their tongue sticking out…at Trumbull Lake, Bridgeport, CA…

Ally gives shooting instructions to my mentor, Sal A. (guess she wants to do some writing…like I have to do)

Ally at the campsite with Angelo, Hogback Creek, 2002 Winter

This was a GREAT steakhouse that burned to the ground in 1993 on Hwy. 178 between Ridgecrest and Kernville. I tipped more than enough here before…Sal got a hold of me…

PT and Allo on the Madison, 2001, photo by Michael

Ally getting whacked by hailstones on the East Walker, August 2000

Michael and Ally DEEP in the VALLEY of the ” Aliens “…April 2001

Angelo,bookin’ it after a strange encounter…2002, January

Down the Wabbit HOLE….

Angelo, playin’ with pinecone, White Mtns., Jan. 2002

Big Pine Creek, Fall, 1999

Pond…off Big Pine Creek

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Michael, Jack Flat, North Fork of the Middle Fork of the Tule River…1987

He ate a BWO…Spring 2007

…and he ate a Bat Wing Baetis, Lower “O”, spring 2007…

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Ally in Bouquet Canyon…

This place has a spiritual nature… Winter, 2003

…maybe the people who left this grinding stone could explain…

Another time, another place…

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Michael, Charlie’s Butte, spring 1986

Michael, East Walker River, July, 2003

Michael, below the dam, East Walker River, August, 2003

Michael, North Fork of Middle Fork of Tule River, June 2002

Mr. Newt…NF Tule, 2002

Nice waterfall & pool on the Tule, June 2002

Wild Trout section, Owens River, December 2002

…and below 5 Bridges….

Upper Owens River, May, 2003

Nad & Pop, Hot Creek, 1976

Tule River, may 2004

Owens River, Fall 2001

Snow in the Owens Valley, 2003

Road to the highest weather station in the U.S., White Mtns., 2002

Ally, at her favorite eatery in the VALLEY – Lala, 2009…

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