We had some great times fishing in California, but it was always such a production to go. We'd wake up super early, pack the car up, deal with the dog, drive for 2-4 hours and then finally get to fish. It was such a nice change of events when Chris told me on Sunday morning that he wanted to go fishing and we could just fit it in. We had about a two hour window in the afternoon when we could go and it worked out great. Driving two minutes to the river is a heck of a lot better than two hours! I kind of lost my gusto for fishing since I never catch anything, but this time I hooked a huge rainbow trout. Note that I said "hooked" and not "caught." Because I never get any bites, I am not the best fish realer inner. I lost the guy and it made me mad (but not before Chris saw him to verify my story), but the good thing is that I am excited about fishing again. A beautiful 80 degree October day didn't hurt the cause either. I am willing to bet that I catch the first fish here in Boise before that fisherman husband of mine does, I am feeling lucky. Now the race is on.
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