Hey, Bloggers! It's Buster the Outdoor Adventure Dog here. Today, the women-folk all departed on a long errand, leaving just me and m' dad!
So I hopped in the trusty PT Cruiser..
And drove Dad to the nearest flyshop!
He was muttering something like, "I'm out of 8X tippet and there's going to be the Mother-of-All Caddis hatches tonight."
Then we stopped at Agway...
"Why?" you ask. Well, 'cuz I asked him to! There's a madness to my method.
The gullible soul emerged with a "Chubby Buddy" mouse. I like the idea of eliminating the chase and getting right to the meal.
Now, I don't NORMALLY take my meal from the dashboard. But I was hungry.
In truth, I came to like the little fellow, so I held him tight all the way back.
My mountain was getting its autumn cloak of colors. We could just see Bailey's castle at the upper left.
Home, sweet home! But first, one VERY IMPORTANT errand...
Now, that felt better! Remember, this was a "male" bonding experience.
Dad left for the Farmington River, in my favorite town of Barkhamsted...
I wasn't allowed to go, 'cuz Mom was afraid I'd be eaten by a bear. But she let Dad go.
The sun went down...
And thousands of tan-colored tricoptera emerged from the depths and swarmed upstream. Life was good.
As the sun set, the deer shook their heads in sympathy as the crazed river-dweller headed home.
I was there, waiting to listen to the fish stories!