A River Runs Through It
Later today I am flying Southwest out of Nashville to Albuquerque. By late this evening I should be somewhere near Taos and some of the best flyfishing on the planet. It has become an annual tradition for seven former Catacombs hallmates to gather together for fun and fellowship. We typically end up in a cabin somewhere within a two hour radius of our alma mater. This is our most ambitious trip yet. I have been so busy at work lately to think about this weekend, but now that the time is here the excitement is building. I am very thankful for our friendships and the fact that we have remained so tight over the years. I hope you all have a relaxing Labor Day weekend, too.
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Well.. how bout some pictures of those trout?.. Ohh.. did you not catch any? heh.
I did catch some trout…rainbows, browns and cutbows (a hybrid of a cutthroat and a rainbow). Unfortunately, we took disposable cameras instead of our digitals, so it’ll be a few days before the pictures are up.
[...] The title of this post refers not to a fish that I lost, but rather a photo with a finger partially in front of the lens. I just finished uploading a photoset from my college hallmate flyfishing trip. The trout below is a rainbow from the San Juan River. The one with the botched photo was a bigger brown trout. The next day I also caught a cutbow (hybrid) trout on the Costilla Creek. [...]