Fleet Foxes & fishing

Enchanted” would most accurately describe how I felt when she first opened her mouth and sang.

The girl and I stopped our conversation at the sound of Alela Diane and Wild Divine.

The night only got better. Rounds of drinks with old friends and new, home made cookies and pasta devoured, as we all relaxed on the grass to Fleet Foxes.
Straggled home around midnight, and laid down my head for a few hours before I was to rise again.
When the call to fish goes out, I answer.
Before the sun rises, I’m back on the road, sunroof open and breathing in cool mountain air.
It’s how I celebrate.
*****
The fish were scarce, but the good company wasn’t. With a new watering closet on the boat, we made the best of it….
( no peeksies)
I was able to catch a monster three pounder, but rules are the bugger must be at least 22 inches, and mine was just shy, ( stupid rules) and so this guy lived to swim another day. I know my animal lovers and vegetarian friends will be happy.
That’s how we roll on a Pie & Beer holiday weekend in the UT.
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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?