B. is completely "hooked" on fly fishing now. He has actually caught a couple of fish, and is raring to go fishing every chance he gets.
I'm up for it too...
I am still in amazement that we live so close to so many beautiful places!
There are now a few bloody smears on the front seat of my new car.
That makes my car look tougher. More like an outdoor woman's car.
Yeah. I like that...
It was a great day for fly fishing. Every few yards up and down the river there were anglers wading in, or casting from the shoreline.
(If you enlarge the previous pictures, you will see swallows in those pictures too.)
Below, clouds of grasshoppers flittered ahead of our every step. At first I thought they were butterflies, as their wings were broad and fluttery.
Not a really "buttery" kind of day, but I did manage to photograph a skipper.
I did get a bite, and a fight before I lost the fish. Yes Dad, I did remember to set the hook before I played it in. It was a pretty tiny hook, and we were seeing pretty big fish being lifted out by others around us.stream lets were making such a lovely babbling sound.
Every few moments the light changed on the surrounding hills as the clouds hid and re-revealed the sun.
(Oh gee, now I guess I will also need to get a grass identification book....)
Somehow even this prickly set of buds looked lovely to me. Are they cockle burrs, or a form of thistle? There were quite a few amethyst thistles in bloom, and thistle weed fluff floating about as well.
It was getting late...B. casted just a few more times before we headed back to our car.
Well, we once again left the stream without any fish in the creel. We did see a couple of fish caught by others. Fly fishing is an art form, and requires much study to learn to correctly read the current insect hatch, how to cast each kind of fly, and how to read the river.
If I was really hungry for food, I probably wouldn't be fly fishing. I probably be wetting a line and cheese ball covered hook for bait.
Speaking of cheese....
(We stopped by and visited him right after fishing. He now weighs three pounds. Most of that weight is fluff and purr. Can't get enough of my grandkitty!)