Special Guest Star Halvor basks in the welcome sunshine on the patio. . . .
Effie enjoys a bit of shade near a chair.
Effie checks out a blackberry branch. She probably doesn’t mind that the blackberries have all been picked. Behind her are ripening Flame grapes.
Happy girl in a pleasant garden!
After finishing our Saturday chores, my husband and I went fishing on the Snake River at Chief Timothy Park today, surrounded by azure sky, Hells Canyon, and myriads of fish below us, as seen on our Garmin fish finder. After a little more than an hour, a 9″ bass latched on to Vic’s lure and agreeably permitted himself to be reeled in.
After about three hours on the River, I reckoned I was skunked again, but I never mind not catching any fish, though I’m always happy when I do. We headed back to the dock. Vic tethered Pisca-Dory to the dock and walked up to get our truck and boat trailer. While I waited the few minutes for him, I cast my line once from the dock, and reeled in an 11-1/2 inch bass!
I hailed Vic just as he arrived at the truck. The bass hadn’t fought at all as I reeled him in, but he was flipping vigorously as I held him up on the line, hoping he wouldn’t escape. I put on my grip gloves and secured him in our smaller cooler. Vic moved him to the larger cooler because it had more ice and better insulation. My focus was entirely on securing my catch; I hadn’t considered the coolers’ distinctives.
My bass is a beauty. And he wanted to come home with me! My skunking phase is broken, and will doubtless return. But today’s catch at the end of our fishing day reminds me that whatever is suspended for a season will almost always be renewed. >><<>°
Vic at the tiller
I’m fishing, ever hopeful. . .
The scenic walls of Hells Canyon
Vic holds my bass so I can photograph him
Looking out the window, I noticed two goldfinches perched on our bronze sunflowers. My husband’s camera has more competent telephoto capability than mine, and he took these shots through a window without a flash.
Soldiers Meadow Lake, elevation 4,500 feet, is about 12 miles past Waha Lake, where we fished Saturday. Soldiers Meadow Lake has Kokanee salmon, Rainbow trout, and Smallmouth bass. We encountered no crowds–a kayak and a skiff were the only other boats on the water in our nearly three hours there in Pisca-Dory. We caught no fish, but a few chased Vic’s lures a few times. It was a beautiful day, notwithstanding the 11 miles of rugged, dusty road, arriving and departing.
Soldiers Meadow Lake
Water Smartweed, a riparian native of the northwest plains
Wild roses at the shoreline
Vic recently installed a shade over my chair!
Vic hitches Pisca-Dory to her trailer and the trailer to the truck. . .”Gosh, Vic–you couldn’t do this back home on Krypton!”
(My husband Vic took all the photos in this post, except the final one, which I took.)
We decided to make our first visit to Waha Lake today and see how it would be for fishing. The 94-acre lake has trout, bass, crappie, and pleasant scenery of the Waha Mountains and lots of trees. Waha Lake is south of Lewiston, Idaho, about 45 minutes from our home in Washington near the Idaho border. We hold fishing licenses for both states.
After driving down an unpaved hill to the parking lot, it was obvious that our truck and boat trailer wouldn’t fit. Vic barely managed to get them turned around so he could unload the boat at the ramp. He tethered the boat and returned to the top of the hill where there was room to park our Ford 150 and trailer, and walked back to the dock, which took just a few minutes. I remained with our boat while chatting with an amiable lady fishing from the dock. Her husband was fishing from the shore, and he caught a large trout and hailed her to let her know he had “one on!”
It was my turn to be skunked, but Vic caught two hefty trout, 14-1/2 and 12 inches. I helped him net them so they would not escape–trout can be canny about staying on a hook.
The scenery was serene and refreshing, and the lake was quiet. Very few fisherman were out, and none were in boats, except for one kayaker. I think it’s likely we will return soon.
I chat with a woman fishing while Vic parks our truck up the hill from the boat launch.
Vic runs Pisca-Dory’s motor.
Rocks and plants along the shore
Vic’s 14-1/2″ trout
A canola field provides colorful scenery along the way home.
Vic took this camera-begging series when Effie appeared, clinging to the window. He let her in, and less than five minutes later, she appealed to return to Effieland. He titled the series as well.
Do I want to go in, or do I want to stay out?
I want to go in, just for a little while.
Does anybody know I’m here?
The first sunflower to bloom was bronze. . .
followed by yellow.
Effie seems to debate the virtues of it all; or, she could be tracking a bug.
Sweet clover grows above Effieland.
Effie devours a catnip leaf from my fingers.