Chuck, Theo, and Harry into Real Fish
Well, enough of aliens. The fearsome trio of Chuck, Theo, and Harry headed to the hills for some real fish—trout in this case. And they found some very nice ones. Question is, will they have enough will power to leave real fish and go to the International Fly Tying Symposium in Somerset next weekend (Nov. 21-22) (international fly tying symposium). Will power or not, they all have to be there, so they will be.
Unfortunately, I will not be. I wish it were because I will be catching real fish. Actually I’m trying to catch some real estate—somewhere in the Portland, OR, area. Nancy and I are camped in our motorhome, enduring the November rains, and reaching out into the area for the best place for us to live. We will be close to Jason and Kelley and Brooke, and will be able to fish, picnic, hike, and generally live life together much more easily than when we live in central Wisconsin and they were out here. By the way, the dogs love the motorhome; they think it’s a giant kennel that we have to stay in, too.
Finally. Harry with a real fish. A very nice brown.
Even Chuck had to get in on the action. That’s quite a rainbow!