Fishing and Bow Hunting

This summer I took my daughters fishing. I watched the smiles on their faces, and helped Emma bring in her first fish. The sun fish and small mouth bass at Mattoon didn't stand a chance. I remember catching my first fish. I caught it in Manashtash creek by the old campground. I had had so many snags that I thought I had caught my hook on another tree root. My dad walked over and after a few tugs on my pole let me know that I had a fish on the other end. Having the opportunity to give that experience to my daughters as well as taking up fishing again has been an absolute thrill.

Having at one point debated whether to go vegetarian, it is hard to believe that I have taken up bow hunting. I bought a nice bow and set it up about a month and a half ago. Now, in a couple of days I will head into the mountains to see if I can get close enough to an Elk to take a shot.

My First Post

After leaving the Kittitas valley 14 years ago, we moved back a year ago. It has been a lot of fun being back. All of these memories from growing up here have been slowly working their way back into my mind. The first to trigger was the crisp smell of the plants in the early autumn. I was on a bike ride and suddenly the familiar smell transported me back to the thrill of game day playing high school football and then to pheasant hunting on the railroad tracks with my dad. I stopped to take a deep breath. The valley was welcoming me home.