FoulHooked...(how'd that get there?)

Last weekend's Spey Nation was pretty sweet for plenty of reasons. In addition to the event itself, it was some much needed relaxation and QT. After a short, somewhat frustrating trip to the UFZ Saturday afternoon, we stopped back on our way out of town Sunday morning. The juvenile trout and salmon (and chubs) weren't at all put off by the sun. The only real frustration was some difficulty in hook removal. To save myself a few dozen trips up and down the bank, I handed her the hemos. With the lady distracted by dozens of hookups, the quick stop turned into over 3 hours. Who's complaining? Not a great angle but it's plain to see her technique is better than mine. We're still working on the wading part.

Taking some time on the river, feeling lucky and grateful, among other things. Six-year-olds playing war in the back yard never picture days like these a couple decades down the line. In Memorium Parents, sisters and young wives be in your thoughts. It will surely be a difficult father's day. *pic stolen from photobucket

Need I say more?

...the bugger still does, always has, and always will, produce here. And, I...like, commas...and ellipses.