Matt calls me the "fishin' magician" because I always seem to have such good luck. Of course he has to do all the dirty work, i.e. carrying the cooler, getting my pole ready, getting my line untangled, avoiding my wild casts (that may or mat not cause him bodily injury), getting my fish off the hook, stringing the fish, gutting the fish and fetching me beers. He really does not have time to catch any himself.
The weather was perfect-- so it wast fun just hanging outside with our dogs even though we spent hours before we even got a nibble.
In fact, it was so warm that all creatures (big and small) needed to cool their tootsies.
Callie thought that a swim was in order.
Matt's only luck was catching Coor's Light cans.
I wasn't giving up though.
After all, I was wearing my lucky fishing hat.
The day was clear and we had perfect views of North Peak at Keystone.
Soon enough there will be snow and skiers on those runs.
Callie look liked she wanted to soak up as much summer as possible before the snow flies.
Finally, a fish!!
So my angling Sherpa got to work.
Murphy supervised, of course.
It was almost sunset.
Time to go home.
What was on the dinner menu?
Fresh rainbow trout, of course.
THE END.
