Fishing at Georgetown Lake

I don't even remember what day this was anymore. Sometime before we left for the Wind Rivers, maybe July 12th or so. Anyway, a friend of Kevin's friend had a little boat with a slow leak. By the time we got half way across the lake, we were throwing buckets of water out of our boat just to stay afloat. Kevin told me I needed to go on a diet. I told him that would make sense since I was the lightest person on the boat.
After our boat sank*, we decided to try our luck fishing from the shore. It was a perfect day. Warm, sunny, slight breeze. We decided just to stay until we could catch one fish. Six hours and no fish later, we thought we might change our minds.
Kevin let me practice casting the flyrod. It was fun, and I only lost one fly by snagging the bushes. As the sun went down, the lake really came alive. Fish were rising everywhere to get their dusk-time snacks. It was a pretty scene, as you can see below. Some fish finally decided to nibble on some of our flies, but never when I was holding the rod. I got skunked, as Kevin would say. He ended up with two (?) if my memory serves me correctly. In total, 10 hours of fishing for two fish. If we were relying on that for food, we probably wouldn't have problems sinking boats in our future.

It was lovely to just be able to spend time outdoors together. Probably because my two favorite things are the outdoors and Kevin. Imagine that. You're just dying to hear about the Wind Rivers, I can tell. Well I don't know how many more posts I will get up today. It depends on how many more of my patients no-show.

*For those of you unfamiliar with my affinity for using hyperbole in storytelling, our boat didn't really sink. But it makes for a more interesting story, no?