Fishing

PK and I went fishing at Paddock Reservoir yesterday, Friday. PK, at the age of seventy, has caught many large trout (really large trout), large bass, bone fish, salmon, and steelhead on flies. I had talked him into trying Paddock (After I had talked him into this trip and we had set a date, he "sneaked off" to Paddock with two other guys and fished the lake last Tuesday. On a cold, cloudy day they had very little luck and PK only went again because he had agreed to our trip.) after hearing good reports from two of my fellow teachers who had fished the reservoir two weeks ago. As we caught bass and bluegills (really small 3"-6"), I could not help thinking of the big fish PK has caught in his life time. He was a good sport and we both enjoyed the fast action. We probably each caught and released a hundred or more fish.

This countryside is all green at the moment. The sun was about to retire for the day leaving the landscape covered by every imaginable shades of green. Miles and miles of uninterrupted vistas was a fitting end to an enjoyable afternoon of fishing. As we drove out we passed two cowboys riding toward us on the road. They looked very much like the cowboys one imagines driving the cows north on the Chisholm Trail in 1860. Couldn't help thinking of a motto Idaho Dept. of Tourism once used a few decades ago (before Micron's rise to prominence)---"Idaho is what the nation use to be."

I have set up the fly tying vice and am in the process of creating the workspace (banished to the front porch) needed to tie some flies. Eyesight is the major concern, so am anxious to see if I can see well enough to tie the flies that I hope too.