Warning, Warning…We will be on Hiatus tomorrow from bloggin’. Television shows do it, actors and
actresses do it, people who have more money than sense do it. I am talking about going on hiatus. I am
not sure we fit into any of those categories, but I’m thinking that anyone can
do it, so we are doing it.
But before we start tearing
down and packing up, here is a little about what we did out last day in Grand
Teton National Park.
Since tomorrow is normally
big-o-blueberry pancake day and it coincides with moving day, we had it
today. MMMM, it was some good
eatin’. Miki packed some snacks
and we went exploring. And when I
say exploring, I mean looking for someplace to fish. We took off to the north to Flagg Ranch and took Grassy Lake Road along the Snake River for a few miles.
Colors get brighter everyday. |
The first stop was about to be a bust when I got a
bite. Whatever took it went to the bottom and
just kind of lingered there while I slowly started reeling it in. Maybe 30 seconds later it broke the
surface of the water and I saw part of it. It was probably bigger than any
trout I had ever caught. You know
how when a whale breaks the surface and you only see a small portion of it at
one time as it's body curves back into the water…that is what I saw with this bad boy. The only problem is, he took the fly and left me the line. What a learning experience that was for
this wanna-be.
One really did get away! |
We left there and
drove a little farther to a different bend in the river where I caught a small
one and that was it. We then
headed back to the main road and stopped at a bridge that went over the
river. Got skunked there and
decided to head back to the original honey hole from the beginning of the
trip.
They have to be in there, I know they are. |
I got zip, nada, nothin’. It was one of those times when you
could see them slurping something off the top, but to no avail could I match what
they wanted. They would slide up
and check out my fly, laugh and then gobble up something I couldn’t see. Maybe they were miming just to get my
goat and there really wasn’t anything in the water they were after at all. It was stump the fisherman day at the
river.
The fish I got the other day were laughing at me today! |
Finally had to give it up
and head back to the dog pound.
Miki did some drawing/sketching at each stop and watched a couple of
bald eagles, along with an osprey.
I thought we might be out for a couple of hours, but 6 hours later the
dogs were happy to see us again.
Hasta la vista baby…time for
laundry, packing lunches, and washing dishes and while Miki does all that, I
will cheer her on and be as supportive as I possibly can. She is the best and you are too, for
following this nonsense. Catch you
on the flip side of tomorrow.
Miki's dinner (via Oliver). Mine did not look the same as Miki's, hers was way too healthy. |
My Zen from the Road: Zen, Zen, bo-ben,
Banana-fana-fo-fen,
Mee-mi-mo-men,
Zen
Make of it what you will.
(Now try Chuck... (no offense Chuck!))
After having the most inconsistent long days of fishing as well, I can relate to the second guessing the entire time, and going through the laborious task of re-tieing lines, hooks and different lures. I explained this to an old wise man one time that stated that, fishing is supposed to be relaxing. I said it frequently became more frustrating. He replied that the activity is called "fishing, not catching". By the way, Otto, and I caught 12 to 15 catfish, on the 16th (your story inspired us to fish), each one a fun 3 to 6.5 inches. Oliver
ReplyDeleteps. I'm all out of veg :(