Monday, August 16, 2010

Hand fish catcher with a pole

We saw this moth this morning. It's about the prettiest one I have ever seen. It's wing had been damaged so it couldn't really fly--so we thought. We left to go fishing at Murphy's lake and when we got home it was gone. Maybe a kitty got it or maybe it miraculously healed and was able to fly away. I hope the latter is true but I fear not.

We had a wonderful day. I love going to Murphy's lake and I couldn't believe it but Dave has never been. We took our raft to get to the middle but didn't really need it as we caught 7 (actually more but let some go as they were small) fish. Just enough for all of us to have about 2 for dinner. Delish! FYI Sam used a pole not his hand.
Dave and Sam trying out the casting for a bit. We actually go to the far side of the lake. You can't see it but on the right by Dave's head (on the far side of the lake) is a fantastic rope swing. Dave did it. Sam just would swing on it without dropping in to the rather chilly glacier lake. However, he did swim later. So go figure.
Look at this fish..it had this clear "tubing" come out of it's bum hole. Weird. I have never seen anything like it. What is it?
Just a pretty pic of Sofie Sue--at dinner actually. But I'm getting ahead of myself. She was a great sport today. She fished, didn't actually catch anything but got a lot of nibbles. She did a lot of errands and would help at a moments notice. We let her graze today and she got a nap yesterday. It's amazing what a little grazing and sleep will do for this peanut.
Here's our catches. I believe Sam (pole fish catcher) actually caught the most. He found the jackpot place where all the fish hide.
Preparing our fish to steam in aluminum foil on the fire. We were simple. Lemon, parsley and salt and pepper. Sooooo gooood.
Can't have a fresh trout without sheep herder potatoes. Oh my gosh even Sam liked them and he doesn't eat any white potato. He asked why we didn't make them with sweet potato. Hmmm
Finished product. Heavenly. It really was.

And of course, you can't start a fire without roasting a few marshmallows. Not with Pyro boy and his sister around anyways.
Good night sweet Valley. This was our evening sky. Red sky at night (Sharps) delight.

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