My takes................
Tent and Trailer City on Helton Creek.
A fat Rainbow found my soft hackle Friday at dusk. 22"....ask FFNC.
But here's why we do this.................
R. McStreamer ties into a nice 'urn.
Here's the fatty 'bow that bent Ryan's rod.
C. McStreamer, not to be outdone.
...and the Brookie that fell victim to an Egg and PT on the dropper.
Demi and Josie doin' that girl thang. New campfire buds.
We sat around one of these, enjoying old friends and making new ones.
Between the fishing and ridge climbing expeditions, there was lots of this goin' on.
Finally, after clean-up and pack-up, there was some of this left to do. So we did some of it, said our goodbyes, and as we left the camp at Helton Creek, I bet I'm not the only Dad who heard this: So, Dad, when's the next Dads & Kids Show gonna be?"
Thanks to Devinsdad for his hard work, and to Overbrook for bringing the marshmellers, munchies and kid drinks, etc. I have a new hankerin' for Sunny D and CapriSun. Thanks to Dutch Boy and the Cherokee Mafia for the 'sketti & meatballs. Thanks to Benflyfishn for the morning muffins and pastries.
Thanks to gqualls and Nathaniel, the fire keepers. Speaking of fire, a special thanks to Drew and Pansyman for the loads of firewood. We burned about a cord +!
Christensen's smoked pork was a BBQ lover's delight! Thanks to all the kids for pitching in and doing their part of the chores.
And really, the congratulation goes to all the dads, grandads, etc. who took the time to turn all their attention to teaching their sons and daughters just a little more about the outside world in a setting with which textbooks, classrooms, and computers can't compete. We collected crawly bugs, flying bugs, crawdads, and saw three different trouts, and various minnows, chubs, buzzing things, and we got a starlit night, the brightest and prettiest that God and Nature could provide us, just to show off a little. Scary stories, roasted marshmellers, willing fish, great pals, and the best by far, "Goodnight, Dad. I love you, Dad."
Streamer
My dad caught the most trout ever on the fly rod.
I sent him home with a rod and flies to play with at home, for some warm water fish. I think he may be hooked. And yes, all I heard all the way home from Demi was, "Are we coming back next year, when is it, will my friends be there again.......?" She had a great time making new friends, and cacthing crawdads, and the occassional trout. She wants to look for crawdads on the next fishing trip.
after of course catching some trout.
Click on slideshow @ pirt pic.
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Hybrid Mode
