Opening Day of Trout Season
My brother Mort, his bro-in-law Rick, myself, my boy J, Bert, and my faithful Aussie, Iz, hangin round the Jeep, Woodrow, on Opening Day afternoon, deep in the Mason Tract. It doesn’t get much better than that, unless we’re in the stream, with trout rising to hatching mayflies.
It doesn’t get much better than that...
Oh yes it does! Mr. Venlet, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Get your tail ‘n tackle to Alaska. Uprights tell me you haven’t lived until you’ve landed a Steelhead on a fly rod.Oh yeah, and bring Iz along, we’ll run like the wind together in the mountains here.
Posted by Rufus on 04/29 at 01:21 PMThe Iz and I are all for loading up Woodrow, right now, and heading to, what looks like, our kind of place. Nice fish! Arf, Arf to Rufus from Iz.
Posted by on 04/29 at 01:56 PM
Next entry: Under the Big Top
Previous entry: "Tu Quoque"
