Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Winters Shadows
Went fishing yesterday, really slow. Found a few risers sippin midges. First fish I saw rising I got a nice drift right to him. He came up and boiled the water, but no take. Then nothing for a long time. Found a big hole about 2 hours later with fish everywhere. I only landed two, got them with a 20 adams. Beautiful fish though. Almost purple. I fished with a rod I built a while ago, but haven't used much. I t casts awesome whether casting dries or a two nymph rig up. So that is a good thing.



Sunday, February 21, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Old Photos
Playin in the dirt. I think lost my socks that day.

This was one of the first years I remember going to Redfish. We always stop at this same spot to take some pics. Galena Summit

One of my first fish with a fishing pole. All previous I caught with my hands.

Brotherly love

Rodeo, I rode the hell out of a sheep that day. Won a scarf.

Christmas with a hippie. I love childhood christmases.

This was one of the first years I remember going to Redfish. We always stop at this same spot to take some pics. Galena Summit

One of my first fish with a fishing pole. All previous I caught with my hands.

Brotherly love

Rodeo, I rode the hell out of a sheep that day. Won a scarf.

Christmas with a hippie. I love childhood christmases.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Cort's first day
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Uncle Morgan
Sadly, yesterday my uncle Morgan died very unexpectantly. I always remember him smiling or laughing. He died on the mountain with his horse cuttin christmas trees. I will always remember him wearin his pants inside his cowboy boots, sittin in the sagebrush drinkin a DR Pepper, reciting his latest poem and his bright red coat.
I took this picture Oct 10 on a deer hunt. We got an early start and the wind blew cold. We brushed the the first few pockets, with no luck. We stopped in the tall pines and built a fire out of the wind. Uncle Morgan had marshmallows, and it made me smile. We rode through Quake and we rode through Piney, mostly does and a few little buck. I remember he cut through the quakes below me, and I watched his red coat wander through the trees and over the pass. I can hear him hoopin and hollerin as he made his way down the hill, tryin to spook the deer out. There was snow on the peak. We stopped at the creek and inspected who had been there. The trees told us who had been there in the years past. We made our way off the mountain as we watched deer bound through the cedars.
I will never forget the last deer hunt I shared with my Uncle.
Bottom photo
My dad is on the left, uncle Morgan center, twin brother Marvin on the right. Marvin was with him when he passed on.

I took this picture Oct 10 on a deer hunt. We got an early start and the wind blew cold. We brushed the the first few pockets, with no luck. We stopped in the tall pines and built a fire out of the wind. Uncle Morgan had marshmallows, and it made me smile. We rode through Quake and we rode through Piney, mostly does and a few little buck. I remember he cut through the quakes below me, and I watched his red coat wander through the trees and over the pass. I can hear him hoopin and hollerin as he made his way down the hill, tryin to spook the deer out. There was snow on the peak. We stopped at the creek and inspected who had been there. The trees told us who had been there in the years past. We made our way off the mountain as we watched deer bound through the cedars.
I will never forget the last deer hunt I shared with my Uncle.
Bottom photo
My dad is on the left, uncle Morgan center, twin brother Marvin on the right. Marvin was with him when he passed on.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Browns
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