Part of the series I’m putting together is from my fishing trip with my dad this summer. Here’s a shot of the Owens River, where I had better luck getting bit by mosquitos than catching fish 🙂 This was my first trip fly fishing. What an art form! Much respect to those who can successfully catch.
As my dad says, “That’s why they call it ‘fishing,’ not ‘catching.'”
One Comment Add yours
Mighty nice indeed!