Pork-shaped-patty sandwiches, and some casting practice.

Walked into Rose Canyon yesterday. Aaron caught 2 small browns. I didn't catch a fish, or a buzz for that matter. I was wearing the right shoes this time, though.

It has been a couple weeks since we got out, and it felt good to put the rod together again.

Aaron ate a gas station pork-shaped-patty sandwich, which led to a nervous walk to a near by camp site 'water closet' while I followed him making farting noises. He said he finally learned his lesson, we will see about that.