"To go fishing is the chance to wash one's soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men - for all men are equal before fish." ~ Herbert Hoover

The big guy and I went to a secret hole at a friends house the other night.  Not a bite, but an interesting winding path to the water with some stone statues, benches and iron fences.  Felt like you were in an English garden.  

The water was high after a rainy day.  I got in trouble with the big guy because I wore my purple sandals instead of my water shoes.  I had to borrow his gigantic size 13 water shoes.... to save my Nikes from the mud.

He clearly doesn't understand how important it is too match when you go out to fish. :)  The water we went to was a pretty stream that wanders through a little local hamlet.  Allegedly, lots of fish reside there.  I guess they weren't hungry that night !

Definatly want to make it back here with my better camera during the day.  Some good shots to be had and maybe the big guy will have better luck !