Showing posts with label fly fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fly fishing. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Carp and confessions

 This past Sunday I got to try a first.  Carp fishing.   Carp are native to Europe and Asia, and  they are here in Idaho.  There were hoards of them, spawning and splashing around like crazy.  I got a video on the flip, but it fell out of my pocket into the water when I was bringing this baby in. 
Confession time.  I lost my battle with chips and beer yesterday.  In fact beer was my dinner.  Oh and a piece of chocolate.  After waking up this morning feeling like poo, I went on my morning walk to the creek ( that is raging right now from run off) and sat on a rock for some grounding.  I had a little conversation with God, and then one with myself.   I like to walk to the creek where it  flows into a small pool at a little dam.  It's peaceful, soothing, and healing.  It helps me to feel that way.  Today, when it was rushing and raging it actually reflected how I have felt inside lately.  Rushing and raging.  My liver is angry, and it shows.  Angry from toxins , emotional and chemical. SO time to quit ignoring it and make a change.  Time to get back on track.  So hold me to it, because I'm starting right now.  More fresh veggies, fruit, and less chips and beer.  Way less.  In fact, I'm cutting them out totally for the next week. 

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wishin' I was fishin'.

This video is from about a month ago. Which was the last time I have (sadly to say) been fishing. It was also the last time that my b.f. and I have had a coinciding day off together.

Living in a "resort town" has changed the meaning of Summertime for me anymore. Now it means making hay while the sun shines. Not rolling in it, which sounds much more enjoyable to me. Not backpacking, camping, lazily floating down the teton river on a super hot day, or taking a 14 hr hike in the tetons whenever I want. These are just some of the things I love summer for. But work has seemed to become a new hobby.

Now I am not complaining about work. I am so thankful to have it. I am just explaining. But therefore I pine away for the fun things I used to do. When I had fun all the time, I pined away for money to spend, and wished I lived in the mountains. Isn't life funny that way?