Showing posts with label Brownlining. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brownlining. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Bottom feeders

Well, it looks like my brother is doing well. Although, based on the species of fish he's holding, his judgment might be a little out of whack. Perhaps all the trout are in Wyoming these days?

In all seriousness, I've chased these guys a number of times with little success. the closest I've come to catching a carp--without the use of an electroshocker, that is--was on the lower Owyhee when I foul-hooked one's anal fin.

One thing's for sure, judging by the sun and short sleeves, Josh probably has one up on me. After all, I woke up to snow this morning...