Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Somewhere, up there.

Fang and I went for a walk in the woods today.

And splashed around in a few lakes along the way.

Falling leaves. Dropping temps. Fading light. Driving snow.

I see 'em!

A dozen fish brought to hand.

Unpossible to catch this many without the assistance of Fang. Of course.

A month had passed since I last landed a fish. So much more colorful, brilliant, precious than memory can account for.

Numb hands dictated an end to fishing. Might as well hike.

Home just after dark. Inundated by fragrances of burning leaves, sodden wool, grilling trout (and garlic!), wet dog. Happy smells.

Happy times.

Thanks for checkin' in.



  1. Absolutely beautiful Mike! Thanks for sharing your day with the rest of us.

  2. Great pics Mike!

    I haven't been fishing for 30 years but I still remember the excitement.

    BTW, my wheel set arrives today.

  3. Nice! Very colorful fish to be sure. Very pecious. (gollum!) :-)