|Hatchery fish removal via the purple and blue|
For many years my Dad and I took a trip in the fall somewhere fly fishing. It started on the Methow trout fishing the last weekend it was open. Then we started going to the St. Joe. Once we got the drift boat it was Montana. Life began to move a little faster once I moved out to Montana, and although we still fish together a couple of times a year, our fall trip to a new spot had fallen away.
|Great backdrop to stare at while your fly swings.|
|Madi relaxing from a long day of swimming.|
|Dad forgetting to smile for the camera|
|Just how it's supposed to happen|
|Aww yeah! Thanks Andy!|