Syns, Twins and Fins

It feels like 2025 passed in the blink of an eye. The years seem to move faster and faster, but the holiday season always brings perspective—and having the chance to slow down and spend time with the kids is something I’m truly grateful for.

In early September, my mother passed away at age 90, just three weeks shy of her 91st birthday. This was our first Thanksgiving and Christmas without her, and it’s time to start creating some new traditions for the Syn family. For as long as I can remember, Christmas dinner has always meant crab, but I think it’s time to switch things up—Prime Rib may be the new tradition going forward.

In late December, the boys turned 24. We spent the morning golfing, and later they invited a few close friends for appetizers at home then dinner at our local steakhouse. It was a wonderful day and brought back memories of sleeping on that small, uncomfortable couch in the hospital 24 years ago when they were born.

Michael is now midway through his second year of dental school, and on December 15th, Matthew received the incredible news that he was accepted to Midwestern Dental School in Chicago for the 2029 class. He’s worked extremely hard to get here, and it’s wonderful to see his dedication pay off. He may still have other options, but there’s a good chance Chicago will be home for him by mid-August.

What a fall season we have been having. The local lakes are fishing very well. I fished Luk Lake solo in late November and it was a good as Luk lake has ever been. The fished planted this season are large and feisty. The Fly Shop in Redding must have planted a different strain or the cold weather has the trout healthy and spunky. I landed 20 with in the first hour of fishing. The fish were still podded up and it was like fishing out of a barrel. It was actually too easy so I quit fishing early.

Next up was Oroville lake with Kenny. Cold and foggy morning but the fish cooperated. We landed 44 but lost a bunch at the boat. The Oroville Float and Fly master Ryan Williams did about the same that day. We were surprised and happy to contend with his numbers. The size average of the spotted bass in the lake was really good. No dinks.

Michael was visiting for Thanksgiving so we made a quick trip to the River for a chance at some big stripers. Matthew had a couple fish boil at his glidebait but that was it. We quit early to grab a nice hot breakfast at Nash’s.

Next up, back to Luk Lake with Matthew. The fish are more spread out and thus the fishing was much tougher. We landed 16 in a couple hours and left early so Matthew could get to class. Hard fighting thick fish.

Braving the cold, Matthew and I took another trip to Oroville. This time the conditions were still fantastic but the fish did not cooperate. We only landed 12 in 3 hours of fishing which, for Oroville lake, is really slow. We saw lots of follows on the Livescope but the fish did not seem to be eating.

Office Pajama Christmas Dinner party in my managers shop. Fun night in a cool shop.

Some of the meals Matthew has been preparing for us lately.

This is the time of year I send a Christmas gift to Howard and Janee, and he always sent something back. When he was diving a lot, he’d send me Florida Keys lobsters—such an incredible treat, and something I always looked forward to. I usually sent him salmon—fresh-frozen, home smoked, or home canned—because he loved it, and salmon was nearly impossible to find in the Keys.

I especially remember the Christmas during Covid. The travel industry had completely collapsed, and his business suffered tremendously. He went months—maybe even years—with barely any income. After he received my gift, he called to apologize that he couldn’t afford to send anything in return. It crushed me to hear the worry in his voice. I told him, as honestly as I could, that he never had to send me a thing. The gift was never the point.

This year, it is a strange feeling not to package something up to ship out to the Keys.

Howard is one of the last of my childhood mentors.  One of the last threads connecting me to those early years. Not many left. Jerry Wang, Glenn Chen and my cousin Meng.

I shared a tribute to Howard on Dan Blanton’s board, but I want it here too (below). This blog feels more personal—more like a place to keep the memories and the people who helped shape my life.

Miss you, Howard.

There was a short window of decent weather at Wildhorse Res., so Benson, Meng, and I made a last-minute decision to make the eight-hour drive to the lake. Meng was coming from San Jose, so his drive was a bit longer. Turns out that without traffic or road construction, we can make it in about 7.5 hours. Benson and I drove from Chico to Elko after work on Tuesday and pulled into the Shilo at 9:30 p.m.—6.5 hours door to door. After a solid night’s sleep, we headed to the lake at 7:00 a.m. and were fishing by 8:00.

A light breeze greeted us, and I immediately had a good feeling about the morning. On my first cast, I hooked a fish but lost it quickly. On the very next cast, I landed a fat, healthy 4.5-pounder—the exact kind of trout we drove all that way for.

Fishing stayed consistent throughout the morning. We met up with Meng later; he’d been fishing another area and had done well too.

This trip, Benson and I stayed in the State Park cabins. They’re simple structures, but very clean and comfortable, with good heat, a mini-fridge, microwave, dining table, couch, three beds, and a bathroom. Meng brought his Revel Sprinter and camped in that.

We started fishing at 7:00 a.m. Thursday. The morning was decent, but the afternoon was absolutely lights-out—cast after cast of grabs and hookups that lasted for hours, right up until dark.

Friday morning was good as well. We were on the water at 6:00 a.m. and stayed until late morning before heading home around 11:00.

I’ve said before that the Wildhorse trout are the highest-quality trout I’ve ever seen. A typical 20-inch trout elsewhere might weigh around two pounds; at Wildhorse, that same length is easily four plus pounds.

We kept a few fish again, and for the first time we saw their stomachs packed full of snails. Spring fish don’t have snails in them, and even in past fall trips—though never this late—I’d never seen this many. Might need to rethink the fly box for future trips.

Fishing with Benson and my cousin Meng was a real gift—plenty of laughs, good company, and the kind of moments you don’t take for granted anymore. We aren’t spring chickens, and it’s a reminder to make trips like this happen while we still can.

And as always, every trip to Wildhorse includes dinners at Amy’s Bar and Grill. They make a great burger and outstanding tater tots, and with their dining-room Wi-Fi, it’s the perfect place to catch up on life back home.

We can’t wait to get back in the spring, aiming for that window right after ice-out in April or early May. In the meantime, I’ll be turning my attention to local trout, the Oroville bass bite, and—fingers crossed—a run-in with a trophy striper on the river.

For the past couple months, the valley steelhead in our local rivers have been locked in on the egg bite. My days start at O-dark-thirty and run until I feel like calling it. The fish have mostly been running 17 to 22 inches, though not all the big ones are making it to hand. They’re stacked up behind spawning salmon, gorging on stray eggs. As Lefty Kreh famously said, “Salmon eggs to steelhead are like rolling a wine bottle into a jail cell.”

In my 35 years living here—and the many years before that when I’d drive up from the South Bay—I’ve never seen this many steelhead in the system. A strong salmon return on the Feather River has been a huge boost. If you didn’t know you were in California, you might mistake the Feather for a river in Alaska….sans bears!

The catch numbers per outing have been almost too high to post, but they’ve reminded me of what the fishing might have been many decades ago.

With a 10-foot 4-weight Sage One and 3X tippet, most fish can be tamed quickly. The larger ones will almost hit the backing on their first run but settle down soon after. An indicator with a two-egg setup has been the winning combination.

I took Matthew out for a quick one-hour session, and he hooked five and landed two. They were the smallest of the bunch, but it was his first time experiencing valley steelhead, and he was fired up afterward. We went back the next day, and he did even better—hooking eight and landing five.

The following week, Michael came home on break, and the three of us made the early-morning trek to the steelhead grounds. It was a huge success for them. I stayed on the bank, playing gilly and photographer. In an hour, they hooked 19 and landed 5. All the big ones got away.

With fishing this good, it was impossible to stop, so the next morning we got up even earlier and hiked back to the sacred spot. We had to wait 25 minutes for enough light to fish. This time I put the boys on stronger tippet and told them they could set harder and fight more aggressively. It paid off—Matthew landed two PBs, and Michael got his biggest as well.

It was so much fun fishing with the boys again. Those days feel few and far between. We wrapped up at 9:00 and headed to Nash’s in Chico for a great breakfast—a perfect end to a couple of memorable mornings with my two favorite fishing buddies.

On a solo morning, I hit the steelhead spot until 9:00 a.m., then headed for the Yuba. My good friend Kenny told me the dry-fly bite had been strong in the mornings. By the time I arrived at 10:00, the fish were already rising. For the next two hours, they ate small mayflies on top. With a 9ft 4-weight and a 20-foot leader with 5X tippet, I had 26 eats, hooked 14, and landed 8. The Yuba’s wild trout are absolute athletes. I was home by 2 p.m., finishing off an incredible day of steelhead and trout fishing.

Emma is studying in Paris this school year, so I figured there was no better time to visit her in her element. Melanie had already been in Paris for two weeks, and we all met up in Rome to kick off the trip. Emma’s French boyfriend, Hugo, joined us there as well.

Rome was absolutely incredible. Around every corner were ruins dating back 2,000 years—it felt like walking through a living museum. The food was memorable, especially the pasta. One of the most awe-inspiring moments was visiting St. Peter’s Basilica. I’ve never seen a church of that scale and beauty before—it truly took my breath away.

After four packed days of sightseeing (and lots of walking), we flew to Paris for the second leg of the trip. I hadn’t been there in nine years, so it was wonderful to see the city again. I love French food, so of course, I made sure to have escargot and foie gras every day.

Spending eight days with Emma was incredibly heartwarming. She’s grown into such a beautiful, mature young woman—truly the kind of daughter parents dream of. Getting to know Hugo better was also a joy; he’s kind, warm, and a great match for her.

Of course, no trip is perfect. My phone was stolen on the Metro, and United Airlines canceled my return flight at the last minute. I had planned to come home with three days to spare before returning to work—to shake off the jet lag—but that didn’t happen. I eventually made it back early Saturday morning, which gave me only a day and a half to recover. Definitely not enough time. Monday and Tuesday at work were rough, but I pushed through.

The hardest part of the trip? Saying goodbye to Emma. But as hard as it was to leave, we came back feeling even more proud and grateful. We are truly blessed.

This was a beautiful milestone in Michael’s journey toward becoming a dentist. It’s hard to believe how quickly his first year of dental school has passed. He’s not just keeping up—he’s truly thriving. In fact, he’s doing so well that the faculty asked him to tutor first-year students in hands-on operative work. Watching him grow into this role has been nothing short of inspiring. Michael invited his close friends Carson Solano and Ali Fritz.

Back when I was in dental school, we didn’t have a White Coat Ceremony. I recently learned that the tradition started in 1993 at a school on the East Coast—just a few years after I graduated in 1990. For me, getting accepted and eventually graduating were the big milestones. But I have to admit, walking with Michael across that stage in his white coat stirred something deep in me.

We’ve always been proud of him—but this moment, this ceremony, made it all feel real in a different way. Our hearts were full watching our number one son take this step toward his future.

Matthew received an invitation from Papa John to fish the Rio Marié—a truly generous offer, considering it’s typically a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. The fishing there is so extraordinary that Papa John has returned multiple times.

This year, Mike Michelak arranged the trip a week earlier than the usual season opener, aiming to encounter large, untouched fish. Unfortunately, the conditions weren’t ideal—cooler temperatures made the fish less active.

Despite the challenges, Matthew managed to land a few impressive double-digit fish, though some in the group weren’t as fortunate and struggled to get into them.

Even with the less-than-ideal fishing, Matthew valued the experience and thoroughly enjoyed his time with Papa John.

Below are bonus fish when Matthew came back from Brazil. Decent fishing. Emma Joined us for a couple outings.

A 5 night stay in Yaletown Vancouver was exactly what this soul needed for decompression. It’s been over a year since my last vacation so this one couldn’t come soon enough. Our family of 5 were joined by the boys’ girlfriends (Riley and Ella) and Emma’s boyfriend Hugo. The 8 of us stayed in a wonderful Yaletown Airbnb, located within walking distance to just about everywhere in downtown Vancouver. It was close to French bakeries, delicious restaurants, a hole in the wall Bagel Shop (the best we’ve ever had), the Skytrain, grocery market and feet away from a 7/11.

Our first meal after we arrived was a lunch at Marugame Udon (a place we’ve enjoyed a few times in Hawaii). Great lunch and they served freshly cooked spot prawns. Delicious. Great way to start our culinary adventure.

Monday was our food tour. Scotch eggs, Porchetta sandwich at Meat and Bread, Mink chocolate and Miku’s famous aburi sushi. Everything was so good! Dinner was at Sequel. This might have been the best dinner we had in Vancouver.

Tuesday we embarked on a bicycle tour of the city. It was a different way to experience the city and it was enjoyed by all. Dinner at Banana Leaf Malaysian Restaurant.

Wednesday took us to Mission BC for dinosaurs. The last time we fished there, the boys landed a large sturgeon and we wanted to go to shore to take a picture with it. The guide said the water levels were too high and that it would not be possible. This year our guide accommodated our wish and we got some great pics from shore. What an exhilarating experience to hold a 7 foot dino in its environment.  Dinner was at Kamei Royale.

Afternoon Tea at the Fairmont Hotel was the main attraction for the Thursday. The “tea room” was a beautiful indoor “garden”. A wonderful selection of sweet and savory treats were devoured by all. Dinner was at Tableau.

The boys and I had to revisit Fanny Bay Oyster House after dinner. Their Sunseeker Oysters were the bomb!

And so another vacation in the books. This was the first time we had a group of 8. I initially thought getting reservations for that many everynight may be difficult. No issues at all. Our Airbnb was perfect for the group. We all hung out in the main living room/dining room and watched Love Island most nights….well, the kids watched, I went to bed.

The consensus from the gang for this trip was a 10/10. I agree. It’s heartwarming for me to have all the kids together with their significant others. I work and save for times like this. I’m already looking forward to next years adventure, wherever that may be.

It’s July already! Crazy. We were able to get some fishing in here and there throughout the first half of the year.

This past winter, the high water wreaked havoc to my closest launch ramp (Woodson Bridge). Tore it up pretty good. It took many months to get the ramp operational again but the parking area is still a mess. Our backyard also experienced the highest water level

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Oroville Lake fished very well all winter and spring. It was good to take out my old friend Ray Narbaitz to the Lake. At 85 years old, he is still going strong and his love for the sport is still unmatched. My FIL joined us on one of the trips and he too is going strong at 80 years old. Both of them work out multiple times a week and show no signs of slowing down.

Wes and I made the 17 hour round trip drive to the fabled Wildhorse Lake north of Elko NV. That fishery is still one of the best, if not the best in the west. The quality of trout still amazes me. This year we caught rainbow trout, smallmouth bass and a good size Tiger trout. First one for me, check that one off my list. We stayed a couple nights at Amy’s Resort in her rental RV and then the last night at the rented cabins in the State Park. Both places have their pros and cons. I would have no problem with either one in the future. Dinners at Amy’s are a must! Great burgers and salads.

My good friend Kenny told me about some rising “trout/steelhead” on the Feather River in the evenings and early mornings. I think that was the tip of the year for me! I fished the mornings and evenings multiple times in 4 week span and landed fish on caddis dries every session. The fish are finicky and it’s pretty technical. However the good news is the fishing is from the bank, no waders required and I can driver right up the the river. It’s only 30 minutes from home so it’s not that far for some good Montana like dry fly fishing.

Watch out for rattle snakes and turtles crossing the road:)) The turtle is happy in his new home.

Matthew and I fished a couple hours on the Sacramento River during the striper run. Very good fishing for a quickie trip.

Matthew is still making some great meals for me.He has a flair for presentation. The pics you see that look good are his meals and the ones that don’t look good are mine :))