The Stilly below Arlington near the Highway 99 bridge (pre I-5) in early January about 1956. I don't remember the size but we were plunking with okie drifters & yarn with pencil lead. I was using my new Mitchell 300 and pole and had on my brand new hip boots. I'd received the gear from my Dad for Christmas. I almost got a ticket because we got checked by a game agent and I'd left my license home.
Dad knew the agent and he let me slide with a stern warning.