For the past few weeks, I've been working on moving my old Macbook's hard-drive data and backups onto a formatted external terabyte hard-drive that Emily's PC can read (oh God, such a boring sentence to start of a blog post with). Long story short, after a frustrating week of messing with formatting languages and partitions, I stumbled upon some old photos I'd forgotten about from a few years ago. The photos below are from my and Emily's camping trip to Bennett Spring back in May 2013. This was my first time fishing with a fly-rod and unsurprisingly, I had no idea what I was doing. Today, I still kind of don't know what I'm doing, but unlike back then, today I feel the need to write about it on the internet.
You'll notice in the pictures below, that there are no triumphant shots of me holding a trout. I got skunked the entire weekend. There are also no shots of me wearing waders because I didn't realize I needed waders to fish at Bennett. Lesson learned and I asked for waders that Christmas. Despite my naiveté, I still have fond memories of that trip. My favorite being Emily getting scared I was leaving the campsite so early in the morning to go fish, so she tagged along with me and slept for a few hours in the front seat of the Prius while I stood on the banks like a goon. Fun times. Please enjoy the gallery below.
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