This past weekend I drove to Grand Junction for my grandmother's 90th birthday party on Saturday. On Sunday, my brother Judd, my father, and myself along with my dog Casie, drove up to the Mesa Lakes on Grand Mesa. We arrived around 1:30 and stayed until 5:15 or so. It is was a fun time; each of us did something that cracked everyone up. Dad started off by casting his line up and it got caught in a telephone or power line that crosses the lake. The first photo is of Dad explaining what had just happened to Judd and pointing towards the telephone line.
This second photo is Judd fixing his line, for about twenty or thirty minutes every-time Judd would cast out he would snag his line and have to redo his gear. Once or twice in a row is unlucky; to have it happen ten or so times in a row is very funny, at least for Dad and I. My funny screw-up occurred when Dad was texting Devon, Judd's partner, comparing our trip to the three stogies when as he was reading it aloud for Judd and I, I buried a fish hook deep into my index finger that caused me to immediately start yelling. As a family with small children was boating nearby, I had to censor my language as I forced the hook out of my fingertip. When I finally extracted the metal hook, I slipped and stuck myself again. By the time I finished, I was bleeding all over.
A very positive point of the trip was that I was able to catch my limit, Judd caught 3 and Dad caught a couple of fish as well. This final photo is of Casie by my fishing spot. I didn't look hard enough for her leash in the truck (I thought I had left it at my Dads) so I created a makeshift leash out of a green fish stringer.
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