Fishing

We had another successful year on Birch Creek. My dad took Nic, Luke, Conner and me up to Idaho Friday night. We woke up early Saturday morning so we could get to the river in time to feed the fish their breakfast.

This is an interesting scene of events my dad just happen to catch on camera. This happens every year. Here I am attempting to lovingly help Conner tie his flies onto the liter.

As usual, he wants me to let him do it himself. He doesn't like me to touch the line, he just wants me to tell him how to tie the knots. I get frustrated and offended that he thinks I am being bossy and controlling when I'm trying so hard to be patient...

And he tries to apologize and kiss it all better.

It was cold-like 40 degrees cold! And Nic didn't bring Luke any pants! So we put his long pajamas back on and layered his clothes on top. We tried to put socks on his legs, but he didn't like it so we tucked his little blanket around him and hoped he wouldn't freeze. The sun eventually came out and warmed us all up.

My dad, Nic, and Luke walked to the far river and Conner and I stayed and fished the smaller stream. I love this picture of them walking off into the morning mist (unfortunately it was smoke from a recent wildfire...but I like to think of it as a beautiful morning mist).

He caught a guppie!

And then I caught a guppie!

The fish we caught weren't huge, but they were everywhere! We lost count of how many we caught. And a few times, we even caught fish at the same time!

We had lots of fun catching fish, listening to good music, and reliving the Egbert tradition.