Henderson is growing up fast. He's a proud puppy who doesn't back down from anything. I'm a little worried about him though. He needs to be a little more gentle with Rocket, his father. Poor Rocket can't get a break from Henderson. I'm shooting my bow for the off chance that I'll go elk hunting in Sept. The fires over near Jackson Hole have many of the areas closed. I'm going to call the Forest Service today and see what's up. I'd rather not go if it's going to be smokey and hot over there. The elk won't stay in an area where there's lots of fires and fire fighting going on.
My old college buddy Jason Keel from Virginia Tech has discovered fly-fishing. At 48, he's not the oldest newbie I've ever met. But let's just say he took his time getting around to it. He did the opposite of what I did; he went out and made his money then turned to fishing, which is sure to cost him everything if he gets hooked. I began fishing hard at 25 and am still waiting to make my money.I squandered my chances in the board room and spent them on the Plains Lake just out of Laramie. Keel is talking seriously of coming to Wyoming in the fall or spring for some rainbows. And though I find the guide and his beard (trucker hat too) to be a cliche among cliches, it looks like they had fun casting whatever they were casting on this yet to be named river in Utah or New Mexico. Keel is horrible with details. He'll have to get better at that if he wants to become a true fisherman.
Bill Mixer took this photo of a grayling in the Yukon this summer. I wish I took it. Wildlife photography is such a drag. Who wants to fiddle with cameras when you're trying to fish or hunt? I don't. There's money to be made with outdoor photography. But I'm too daft to stop what I'm doing and take pictures. My pictures are rough, after the fact, deals that I take just to have some content. Bill really lucked out with this one.