We enjoy fishing, rain or shine, and whether or not we catch any fish. There have been only a few times that no fish preferred to leave their river and come home with us. But fall and summer are different seasons, and fish are known to change their routes and their behaviors with seasonal changes.
In summer, we routinely found fish willing to leave their river and come home with us. Now, their autumn attitude is to remain in their river where they are. That’s just fishing. Simply being out fishing on the river, from a boat or afoot on the shore, is agreeable whether or not fish come home with us, whether or not rain is falling, and whether or not other projects beg our time.
Today marks the third fishing Saturday in a row that no fish took an interest in our formerly enticing lures, even though the little spinning spoons were festive and colorful. Rain fell the entire time we were out. But after all, how can I blame them? What do the season-savvy piscines owe us?
Life has its consolations. We saw a wild ferret bounding into the tall grass and trees near the dock as we were putting in our skiff. The little sprinter was the first ferret I have ever seen in the wild. My husband fresh-canned the fish we caught over the summer, and still has a three-month supply. And I love it that Bob Dylan received the Nobel Prize in Literature.
My husband took all the photos in this post.
Glad you enjoyed your time even if the fish didn’t cooperate.. And I agree with you about Bob Dylan.. I’m not a huge fan of the unique voice but the lyrics are poetry!
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I grew up in the 60s on his lyrics. His lyrics were profoundly meaningful to me, but I enjoyed his songs more when Joan Baez sang them.
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Beautiful setting!
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That’s what I think too, Mo. It’s the Snake River, the Washington-Idaho border, that I affectionately call Wadaho.
Take care! ❤
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