Someday I would like to break my personal record of blog views from July of 2016. This year I will take my blog to new heights. Who wants to come along for the ride?
It's always been easier to write posts when I have a day filled with the spoils of battle. I don't have to dig as deep for jokes if I can just cobble together a few photos of trophy fish, a couple nice scenery shots, a selfie or two and some sarcasm. Who wouldn't want to enjoy a post like that?
As I snapped a photo of my dad throwing on his fly fishing vest I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be cool to have a blog post titled, "The Village Bicycle" being that pretty much everyone has fished this spot a time or two.
I think this was a Raccoon at some point but it was hard to tell. I wondered if he drowned while being swept away in the flood or if the high waters had picked him off the forest floor and deposited him in this tree.
The cold January air did little to dampen the odoriferous emanation. Oo oo that smell.
I suppose I could write a post titled Nature's Way.
Dad walked back to the van after we swung and missed at another spot.
We eventually hit another trusted stretch where dad managed to catch an eleven inch Brown Trout using a small Olive Woolly Bugger.
I ended the day with zero fish to hand but I still had fun.