Anyway, the day was cold and ice created gorgeous bell like formations where dead grass dangled in the water over a cut bank. Birds sang and a pack of coyotes joined the chorus for a few brief moments. All was well in my little world, regardless of the hum of planes and cars miles away. I left slightly disappointed that I had not landed a fish on the last trip of one of my best fishing years yet, but then I view every year that way. When the clock struck twelve, I was ready to challenge a new year and all of the great opportunities (both fishing and otherwise) that will come my way. I wish everyone a fine 2014 and much good fishing!
|These things kept moving, and shivering is certainly no a photographers friend!|
|After fishing I saw this ridge and decided to check it out.|