Gone Fishin'.

On Sunday, John, Michael, and I went fishing in the Boise River. I've known Michael for many years. He was the sous chef at Zuni Cafe when John worked there. He followed John to Maui and then to Boise (in a good way.) Now, he manages the apartment building where O. and I live for John.

The day was gray and cold, the temperature hovering just above freezing,
when we arrived at our first fishing spot.

There were lots of waterfowl, but no fish, except for one tiny trout
that Michael hooked.

The setting was beautiful, but the fishing was poor, so we moved on.

Now this is fishing!
The fire's legal, the beers aren't; while the pickup and the
highway bridge lend a certain redneck je ne sais quoi.

A little more scenic looking the other way.
John managed to catch three fish here. Michael caught
one more, and I caught nothing.

Except some lovely images.

P.