Fishing is not about fishing . . .

Bob has been fishing at the same place
each spring for 50+ years.

Some things have changed very little
in half a century.

This is for Rebecca.

We did not go fishing as planned on Wednesday
because of this.


The master fisher, farmer, cook, housekeeper,
boat renter, minnow provider—I could go on—
is still the same—except a bit older.

Humble Harley, kind and unselfish,
makes his guests feel right at home.


There is one upstairs bathroom for six bedrooms
that can sleep up to thirteen guests.


Breakfast and lunch are served in the dining room,
just off of the kitchen.

Harley does not have a liquor license.
The bar is open on a BYO plan.

We did go fishing today—properly outfitted.

One of us caught fish.

Having a nearly new personalized fishing pole did not improve that casting or catching of the other one.

However, she did have her first ever
boat driving lesson.

And she almost caught on camera . . .
but you will have to use your imagination . . .

A grosbeak singing in a tree,

Terns catching minnows,

A heron fishing--far left in the photo,

And an osprey landing in its nest.

She was not quick enough for the
orioles, hummingbirds, and eagles.

The sandhill cranes couple with their two babies
were too far away,

As well as a single deer that bravely
entered the pasture alone.

Harley, the ever helpful host, rode his bike down
and was waiting for us when we returned.

Ahh, a fishing trip is so much more than fishing!