Boot Beach 2010...Day 3

Day three had all three of us fishing together. The water looked promising, and a day of fun fishing was about to begin. It was nice to be laid back on not really care if we caught fish or not. Day 3 was about enjoying each others company and having a good time. It's not often anymore that the 3 of us are able to get together and fish.

Here is Dad and Ben at the start of the day.

After a little hole hopping, we ended up in some unfished waters, and the old man of the river struck hard and fast......out of no where Ben and I both looked up to see, yet again, Dad's rod doubled over and him fighting another fish!

It didn't take him long, and this little lady was at the bank, with my meat hooks wrapped around her tail. She was a beautiful fish and fought well. Once again, another wild steelhead, so......out come the pliars and a quick dehooking.

A little quick admaration of such a beautiful fish before she was then sent on her way.

Not 10 minutes later i hear warhoops comming from Ben. It was his turn to do battle. He did a great job, even if Dad and Brother Mark were full of lots of fish fighting advice. Ben reacted like a pro., and i'm sure bit his tounge due to all of our suggestions.

We got a quick "grip and grin" of Ben, and this pretty little lady was sent on her way too. What's that on Ben's head you ask? A camera, of all things. Yep, he got both dad's fish and his fish on video! Have to admit, as we watched it later that evening it was prettty darn cool! Hummm, fishing video's could be in the near future!

After that last fish, Ben was satisfied as we all were. Mission acomplished, over the course of the last 3 days we'd all caught a fish and had a great time. We ended up back at camp and had a good lunch and the decision was made to hang out and finish the trip off with a short hike down to the river from the camper. By the time it was deemed to go fishing, Ben was preocupied with building a fire and a bike jump so Dad and i headed off for the last witching hour of light to make a few last casts.

It didn't take long and once again i felt the surgeing headshakes of a fish and watched as it came to the surface. Only to have me gear come flying back to me. Leaving only a scale on my hook as proof that i had indeed had a fish on, which was to be the last of the trip.

Dad and I fished till dark. I just soaked up the peace and solitude that only a river can provide while makeing those last few last casts. Color faded to black and white, and the orange glow of the sun was about to disapear, as i snapped one last picture. My favorite picture of the trip.

I'll call this one "Old Man of the River"

Thanks "Dad" for such a great trip. I'll think of it often, as i anxiously await our return to such a special place.

Signing off from the North

where rivers make things right in the world....and we catch a few fish too...which is nice!

Mark .....The Iron Skillet