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I caught my first fish ever

Rainbow trout...we came home with our limit of twelve today as I am in training with the best for the ......the way of the fish. It was a beautiful day out (72~) We drove out to Canyon Lake about an hour away with our kayaks for a Valentines day date. When we got there the water looked muddy with debree floating on it. We kayaked to what has become our usual route until we could see fish and then decided to get out on to the shore. Being the extreme fisher"wow"man that I am, I decided that my lead fishing line was too long for the water we were fishing in and brought in the line to shorten it and when I had succeeded at doing so the hook swung and snagged my shirt right in the middle of my chest all the way through to the layers underneath (Coordination on the dance floor does not equal coordination with a fishing pole) so Steve was coming to my rescue and just as he was getting out of his kayak where I was I got unhooked. (I was determind that I did not need help getting hooked so I should be able to also get unhooked independantly) those hooks are beastly little things. More dangerouse than quilting needles. Steve is thinking about starting up fly fishing, so I think you should all be very worried when I am his fishing buddy. Anyway back to the deal from there we decided to climb a few rocks to get to this really cool spot where the water was so clear (forgot to bring the camera) that we could see to the bottom of the lake and schools of fish. Now you may feel a bit bad for these little fish that I caught but I fed them real good before I actually caught any and now they will feed me. I have not yet determind if I have fishing fever as I will not do any of the dirty work....that is where I need support services.
Things are looking more green out in the desert these days, so we may have some pretty desert flowers to look forward to in the spring time.

Rub a Dub Dub

The last fishing adventure was very interesting... Two ladies were on the shore in the same area we were fishing were having all the luck that day and because they do not eat fish they gave them to us. Then there was the men you see in the picture. They seemed to be smiling for me to take the picture. Inovation in the name of fishing. Later that night a yummy fish fry and a new game called Bananagram.

Steve's Fish Fry

for some reason I could not get this picture in with the next post....so it gets a post of it's own. This is how the fish looks when cooked.

The Outfitter

A home without a mortgage? A resort to go? Call it what you must but we will call it camping in the Outfitter. Notice it has a chimney so we can stay warm on those cold nights. Christopher is off to New York City on a school trip this week, and Timothie busy with college so we took a quick overnighter to the White Mountains where Steve did a little fishing and Mike and I played some horseshoes.

A Big Fish

Well I will not say there are NO fish in Arizona though one may often think it. Look at the biggest fish Steve ever caught! I understand it took about an hour to bring to shore as it was fully immersed in the water. A fishing pole is a small price to pay for Kayak number 5.

Congratulations Baby!