While the rest of us were hunkered down in a ground blizzard, the Rodfather flew to Reno and fished Pyramid Lake. Standing upon a ladder, the two fishermen from Casper caught dozens of big cutthroats. I'd be lying if I said I was happy for him. I am not. I am one of those people who struggle with others' success. Pyramid Lake is a unique fishery, to say the least. But there is a price to pay. And I'm not just talking about cold hands and lost egg patterns. The Rodfather is stuck at the airport for the rest of the week, delayed. His phone is running out of charge. He refuses to eat fast food. I'm finished up here at the college (we're reading Ray Carver) and then I'm out on a self-funded adventure to catch a huge trout from my local water. Pictures to come.