|Beloved begins a day of fishing at Eleven Mile Canyon|
One of my favorite pastimes is watching my husband fish.
For years he liked to say that a bad day fishing was still better than a good day at work. Well, he's retired now and so he doesn't need to say that any more.
|spying a trout in the water from the bridge above|
We are enjoying getting to fish in the middle of the week, when it's much less crowded at the streams.
|Beloved in his get-up always reminds me of a song|
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,
I see by your outfit that you're a cowboy, too!
We see by our outfits that we are both cowboys.
If you get an outfit you can be a cowboy, too!
Although my hubby is not a cowboy, I always think about that diddy when he gets all his gear put on and readies himself to wade the stream.
|fishing below the bridge|
|Uh, where'd he go?!|
|moving on upstream|
Flyfishing is not a sport for the lazy. You have to stand up to cast the line, and when a spot brings no results, you move on, either in the water, or alongside the bank.
|looking for an opportune spot to re-enter the water|
Although Beloved is not an old man, he is learning to be more selective about traversing the streams. Moss and uneven rocks can make him slip and to fall into the drink!
|casting his line|
At the same time, he does enjoy the freedom to get out into the water instead of being restricted to the stream bank or a boat.
|a view of the same bridge from afar|
Well, after a time I decided to leave my man to his craft and I assumed other duties I enjoy so much on these day excursions as the official photographer. (you notice that I don't fish)
My long-time blog readers will probably recognize some of these shots -- I always take more every time we come to this place.
|Canadian geese were in abundance|
...especially when one of them apparently sent out a memo and they all, simultaneously, dipped their heads into the water and their bottoms went up into the air!
|lunch for us|
|dark clouds rolled in|
After six hours of fishing and two that got away, dark clouds, thunder, and rain rolled in. It's pretty common that we get rain storms, often with lightning, in the afternoons here in the Colorado Rocky Mountains.
We packed up the car and headed to the Cracker Barrel restaurant on the way home, where trout was on the menu. This is always Beloved's default plan when the fish in the stream don't cooperate.