Steve Kyle and I met fishing guide Hogan Brown last Sunday morning at a boat ramp on the Sacramento River a little south and west of Chico. The weed-choked channel and overgrown, tree-shrouded banks looked more like Louisiana than Northern California.
A few hundred yards down the bayou, several rusty old boats with antique outboard motors were bobbing next to a floating dock that looked vintage 1930s.
Up on the bank was what I thought to be an old barn and chicken coop until I saw patio umbrellas and realized that it was a restaurant – Scotty’s Landing – apparently a favorite hangout for locals and river regulars seeking a cold beer and hot fries. Hogan said it was an excellent place to spot pretty young women in bikinis.
Of course, Steve and I were more interested in fishing, so we declined to stop at Scotty’s.
Other scenes along the bank brought memories of the movie, “Deliverance.”