oh my, this was a thrill. we were invited to the mountains where a trout filled river is just beyond the cabin. as i look at these photos, i can feel a bit of an adrenaline rush.
once i made a deal with the river that i would finish the job, i caught one. then i gutted it. then we ate it.
it was much harder than i thought (mentally and physically) to get it clean. i’ve never done anything like it.
ever.
for all the hours spent in a canoe on the river with my children and friends, thank you, friends, thank you for this experience. and thank you for the photos.
prairie daze 
ummm…..grrrrrrrross.
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impressive pictures. you’re brave.
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no way.
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Wow!! I don’t think I could that!
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WOW!!! Brave mama! :D
Btw, why didn’t I get the email notice for this new post? Is it because the new setting? So, I have to subscribe again?
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The photo of Micah’s delight watching you gut that fish is priceless. You might have amazed him even more than you amazed yourself. Way to go, Hero.
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You got some pretty big fish … Did the really big one get away?
I’m glad you had soooo muuuuch fuuuun!!!! Oma/Omi and Opa/Opi.
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Looks like you stayed in a nice little spot in Colorado. Don’t you love it here? :)
My parents, Ladd, and I found Heaven on earth this summer during their trip to Colorado. There was a big lake so clear you could watch the trout swim. Every few seconds a trout would jump out of the water to catch flies. I thought of Jerry and how he would have LOVED to spend his afternoon up there. :)
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