As the leaves start to turn and summer begins to give way to autumn, one begins to reflect on the months gone by.
Summer in all its glory
Lots of fishing, catching, driving, contemplating, memories, and twisting up bugs. One of my favorite memories of fishing this summer was fishing a small stream in which the fish were so ravenous that one ate my fly and broke off at my knot. I retied on the same fly and casted a few times. During those casts I managed to catch the same fish on the same pattern, recovering the one I had lost. Crazy if you ask me.
The proof is in the pudding, or photo.
Sometimes it is hard to put memories into words, but thankfully there was some photo documentation to keep the viewer interested.
Fish TailsFrogs lifeRoad to nowhereSharing campBetter view of the visitors that made me almost shit my pants at night when they were stomping around outside in the dark. Sometimes when you don’t know what’s out there and it sounds big, you have the wildest thoughts of a terrible documentary entitled Grizzly Man.Splendid isolationSun upTil sun downBandito taking a breather whilst taking in the viewSunbathing in the most uncomfortable wayRacing the trainBig Sky countryFishSharing the land with the indigenous peopleSmall streamPulling a Mitt RomneyCatching fish with my bare handsTala assessing the situationTaking in the sceneryFall and smoke is in the airBeaut
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