After 6 weeks diving I came home to no obligations and a fierce need to go fishing. I unpacked for a week and caught up on some things and then called my old friend Rob from Whistler Cigars.

Me: "hey buddy, I'm thinking about trying to sneak away for a few days of fishing"

Rob: "I'm leaving Sunday at 6 AM with a couple friends..."

Me: "Done and done!"

So a couple days later I'm driving with my oldest friend up to a lake that we haven't been to together in about ten years. I'm writing a little story about the trip so I'll keep it short, but here are some shots from the trip. Enjoy.

I've been off blogging for awhile, but I'm back in the groove folks. You'll be seeing lots more from me again.

D.

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Sunrise at 5:45 in Whistler.

flybox full of options

pumping the stomach to find out what they are feeding on.

Chironomid fishing is a patient business.

Misty evening sunset fishing.

Rainy and cold in July.

And even some damn snow.

A boy and his dog.

Hydration is essential...

...as is proper nutrition.

Neon green sunset forest. Notice the Beetle-killed pines?

This is what it's all about.

Tags: fishing, friends