I was suffering from a paddling and nature deficit, sneaked out after work with the canoe.
The reservoir was raised a couple years back, drowning the trees around it. Most of the trees were cut out and plucked by helicopter, leaving sad watery groves of stumps around the edge.
In the Plum Creek arm of the lake, there are dead trees still standing. The birds moved in.
The reservoir was raised a couple years back, drowning the trees around it. Most of the trees were cut out and plucked by helicopter, leaving sad watery groves of stumps around the edge.
In the Plum Creek arm of the lake, there are dead trees still standing. The birds moved in.
A new heronry, dozens of nests, the herons had strong loud opinions about everything.
A rather small fish, with an arsenal of fishing rods/toys for background.
At least there is the majesty of nature to contemplate, viz. the two goose bottoms sticking out of the water on R of the trees.
The pelicans are judging me I feel. Sticks and bits of string, how does he expect to catch fish like that ?
Eventually one decent walleye on the fly, 17". The legal size here is 18" so no fish dinner tonight.
Came home tired, put truck away, forgot to close tailgate so the garage door bounced off during the auto-close and stayed open all night. My wife hates when I do that, believes I should not be going out tired and coming back more. Without paddling and general nature boy pottering around though, I should go mad slightly faster than the current rate of descent.
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