Memorial

 

The fam packed up and headed north to the McSteel residence for a long weekend of hanging out.  On day one, Shox and I were able to steel away for a few hours of Smallmouth fishing on one of the local lakes.  The water was clear, the day was bright and the fish were good sized.  We only landed a few as it was getting toward the end of the spawning cycle but a couple of hours on clean water with a fly-rod is a magical elixir for the soul regardless of numbers.  On day two the ladies had some running to do in preparation for their upcoming marathon which left the men in charge of the kids.  (Or, I should say the old children in charge of the young children).   And, as anyone who knows us would quickly deduce, we took them to the lake.  With one fly rod between us, we managed a few casts and got the kids in on the action cranking a few in.