Yes Deer

We didn't have to set an alarm this morning. We were both awake around 7:30 AM, had breakfast and we were off to the river. Not as cold as yesterday, but just wait a couple days. We're supposed to have another cold front move in. While fishing we've seen about 6 flocks of Canada geese, in formation, flying south. What does that tell you?

I've mentioned that Rick ties flies and a lot of them! We were armed with flies like we were going to a (fly) fight. We had some of everything we thought they were eating yesterday. But today is today and the fish changed the menu again. I thought yesterday was a tough day, but today was more so. After 5 hours I had missed a few fish, hooked one fish and landed one other. A decent size brown trout, but what a day for throwing flies! I tie one on, fish for a while, cut it off, put it in the sheepskin in my chestpack, and tie on another. By the end of the day it looked like I had a bug hatch in my pack! (But that's pretty typical for me.) Rick had a better time of hooking and landing fish, probably 10 or more, but I did not get frustrated. I thought about it, but decided I was having a good time. The weather was good, the water was cool, and I was fishing with Rick!

The 2 campground dogs had followed us down to the river this morning and at one time I thought they were going to swim out to the middle with us. They eventually stopped romping around and laid down on the home bank. After a couple hours of fishing Rick got my attention and pointed to the bank we were facing. Just downstream from us a mother deer and her baby fawn had wandered to the edge of the river. We both stopped fishing to watch as they nibbled on the shrubbery. They looked at us a couple times, but paid us no mind. Rick quietly and quickly got the camera from his chestpack and took a couple photos. It looked like the mother and baby were making their way closer to us when the dogs on the home bank caught sight of them and started barking and having a fit. The deer calmly looked at them and decided they'd had enough, put up their white tails, and bounced out of our sight. Rick did get a couple long distance photos and put the camera away. About an hour later, the fawn came back to the river's edge and nibbled once more on the bushes. It kept walking through the area and was quickly out of our sight in the taller bushes. No doubt it's momma was close by.

Rick and I came back to the motorhome and he tied a few more flies. He read a couple fly fishing magazines and tied some patterns we hadn't tried. And they are very small flies, 22 or smaller. We're going to keep trying until we get it right. Rick said, "Look out when we find the right fly."