Ode To Plumbelina:

June 8, 2011 by
 She can run so fast because she has fairy dust in her fur.
 She’s crazy.
She’s batcrap crazy.
But I still love her.
When she’s ugly, boy howdy, is she ever ugly.
 But when she’s pretty…
 …she’s the prettiest of all.
I think she’s the perfect girl for Farley.
Do you agree, Robbie?
This post is mostly for you, my love.
She’s bigger now.
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Filed Under: german shorthair pointer, idaho, Plumbelina, portneuf river

Les Poissons Les Poissons

September 15, 2009 by

A gentle drizzle.
An overcast sky.
Dressed in Gore-Tex and pink rubber boots.
The hugest fish I’ve ever had on sat still in the depths, steeled himself against the bite of my fly as I set it deep in his lip, shook his head once, snapped my line and stole my best streamer.
The glide of my canoe through water and the feel of a paddle in my hands.
Being with my man.
Driving home in the dark, following RW’s truck tail lights across the Fort Hall Reservation.
Satiating our appetites with BLT sandwiches at our tall farm table in our cozy kitchen.
A hot bath.
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A priceless evening.
Filed Under: fishing, idaho, pocatello, portneuf river