Is he serious? Half-a-foot-long flatfish? Well, that's what's in his backyard, and that's what he fishes for to pass an hour in the afternoon. Within a short drive, he casts at a variety of salmon that, pound for pound, fight just as hard as any striper or red. Heck, I spend a lot of time chasing 1-pound ladyfish when I can't locate trout or reds in my home waters. They aren't huge, but they are reliable, and, more important, they'll take a fly and bend a rod.
My point is that there appears to be a bias against the Left Coast when it comes to fishing in general and fly-fishing in particular. But it is a different type of environment with a unique kind of fishing. And one thing I've come to realize is that "exotic" isn't limited to describing tropical destinations. That's one reason you'll see more coverage of the West Coast in this magazine from now on, like Robert Ketley's article "Cali Rock Hounds" on page 56 of this issue.
As for me, the more I find out about the fisheries on the "other" coast, the more I look forward to exploring a whole new place to cast a fly right here at home.