This tiny schroom was just begging to have his pictue taken!! So little and was almost trampled by the dogs while I was trying to move my equipment around and set up the shot...
This tree root was huge and was smack dab in the middle of a creek (or as my Dad would have said, "A crick")
An old dock... obviously... but no cabin or road or sizeable trail nearby, just an outhouse. Yup, Tom even opened the door to check it out and said there was nothing afoul... hahaha... I know, I know, ...boo..... I groaned out loud at that one (just for you) and now Pirate is looking at me like I have a screw loose... THANKS!! Now my dog thinks I'm an idiot...
The gear. When a fisher dude is near a lake it calls to him and he must fish... Yep, no matter what the weather or the likelihood of success....
Tom fishing at the shore's edge - snagged a rock and lost a lure - a few fish jumped to tease him, but none took the bait... Kind of blustery weather and was only four degrees on this first day of July, 2010...
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