Black Friday

Jenn, the rest of the women and my dad woke up early Friday morning to duke it out at the stores for the low priced merchandise. Later, Porter, my dad and I went to Jones Hole to wet the fly.

This was the first catch of the day. Dad hooked it; Porter reeled it in; and I posed in the picture for aesthetic reasons.

Porter struggled with 10 and 2. He (like Paul on A River Runs Through it) "broke into a rhythm all his own." However, he (unlike Paul on A River Runs Through it) experienced very limited success. As his rhythm was somewhat indiscernible, I became nervous for my eyes, ears and any other potentially snaggable body parts, so I removed his fly. He proceeded to fish flyless. He didn't care; he continued to fish, asking me every couple of minutes, "Dad, did I catch a fish yet?"

Later, we met up with Glendon and DJ. This was taken by the big hole near the trail head. The one that looks like it ought to have a twenty pounder, but yet all you can ever pull out is an 8 incher.

This was the last and biggest catch of the day. Dad claims he had a "huge" one on earlier, but of course no one was around to verify and he never landed it. I doubt there are many places in the world prettier than Jones Hole. It was nice to get away from the textbooks, note cards, pizza, etc. of daily life and relax with family in such a wonderful place.