Fishey fishie in the brook

This is a film of the salmon run in the Feather River. It is reported that it is the best in years. The darker spots under the water are fish and there is a river full. A friend in the church went to the Sacramento river fishing with his grandson and these are the results! I am seriously thinking of getting a fishing licence!

It is hard to post when your life becomes as interesting as the pile of dirty clothes beside you bed. You recognize that they are there when they cause you to stumble on the way to the bathroom but the only interest would be wondering where you got that stain? A game could be born! Sort of the NCI of stains. In which fast foods place did this stain originate? Did I wear that shirt this week or last week? If it were last week it may have been Burger King but don't rush to conclusions. Wait! I have something to do the rest of the afternoon!!!


CA out

He is the cabin I stayed in the Rockies. You will notice that there are no power lines running into it or TV antennas! It was all mine for nearly a week and I loved every moment I was there. It was built by mountain man Bill who has since move to another cabin across the creek. Bill recently had a heart attack and lay on the floor of his cabin for three days until found by Mountain Man Perry, his neighbor and friend. Bill was taken to the hospital where he underwent bypass sugary and 12 days later when I met him he was trying to pull his compound bow to hunt elk that weekend!   Here are some of the amenities found at this slice of heaven. I have been to the creek and fetched a pail of water to heat on the stove for a bath. My daughter said I would no longer be fed at the main cabin if I continued to smell, so down the mountain I went to fetch a pail of watter. Now that might not seem much like a difficult task but water weighs 8 pounds a gallon and I had five and they all needed to be brought up the mountain about 300 yards on a very steep slope. Did I mention I am out of shape and the air is thin? I found some dish soap in the cupbord, heated up the water as you see below, and was the best smelling person at dinner!

 This was special, my own private bathroom! The ventilation was excellent, the view was breathtaking, and there was a great deal of privacy! The drawback was, in the morning she was a little chilly and the dew made her a little slick. The box was set so your feet were up hill in case of seepage so I was appreciative of the tree directly behind the box to stop you as you slid backward.

 MY FIRST TROUT!!!! Now I have always felt second class because catfish was the only fish I pursued. Catfish is the fish of cane poles, bare feet, bib coveralls, and bobbers. Trout are the target of fly rods, tied flies, wicker baskets, nets, and clear cold water in streams an ponds in high places. Not many opportunities like that where I grew up. The catch was carp, bullheads, and catfish; anything you can catch with a worm. BUT NOW I AM IN THE ELITE, ONE OF THE CHOSEN!!! I HAVE CAUGHT A BROOK TROUT!!!

DO YOU SEE THIS BIG BOY!!







 

OK this is the actual size ..... but it is still a trout!