Sunday, September 29, 2013

My Favorite Season ~ Sunday Tippets, Damsel Style

Summertime... when all the world is green.  When we fish in a stream or lazily dream on the banks as the clouds go by... Yes, those were the days.  Now we put on the sweater and head out to experience the fall weather and the brilliant color that accompanies it.  Don't miss your chance to see the beauty of Fall.  It's my favorite season.




I had an hour or two before the sun would go down in the canyon above my house.  So, I thought that I would take the 15 min drive and see the newly fallen snow.  To my surprise, the fall colors were still there and it was a beautiful contrast.





As the sun started to fade behind the clouds... I knew that I was limited on time.  And I'm not one that likes to drive down a dark canyon.  So,  I put my caddis back on the water for a last ditch effort.  What I got in return was amazing.  



The most beautiful little Fall brookie.  I was pleased and after releasing him back to his pool, I headed back to the car.  It was an hour and a half well spent.  I had time to unwind  after a hard work week.  I could now go home and relax.



SUNDAY TIPPET :  Never give up on the day's end.  An hour at a beautiful place to meditate and unwind might be just what the doctor ordered.
(OK.. He didn't actually order it, but should he have!)  Lol.  




Have a wonderful week!  
RD



19 comments:

  1. Beautiful country Emily. Can beat communing with Nature.

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    1. Mark ~ There are many beautiful places in the canyons and forests of Utah... Some people prefer the red rock country and the Zions area... I prefer trees, moose, and fish.

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    1. T! ~ It is hard to catch one of these dang brookies. They are at the top of the creek in the coolest part of the canyon. And they are dog gone spooky! But, I know a hole that they are stacked in and if you just are patient and float that fly over them 50 times... you will get one to bite! Lol.

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  3. I must add that is a simply stunning Brookie! Beautiful fall setting too. Be safe and enjoy.

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    1. Hi Mel ~ I think that the brookie is actually prettier when small. The larger ones lose their color and vibrance. Not saying though that I wouldn't mind catching a larger one... haha.

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  4. Just stumbled across your blog today and I'm glad I did. Great post, beautiful pictures, and a gorgeous brookie to boot. Keep 'em coming and tight lines!

    -Spencer
    featherandfinblog.com

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    1. Spencer ~ Welcome! Glad you had a stumble. I will come over and check your blog out. Thanks for stopping by... = )

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  5. Fall is also my fave. Your photos are wonderful as is that little wild jewel in your hand.
    Bravo RD

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    1. Thanks, Alan... Besides the colors is the crisp, cool air that I love so much!

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  6. Man I love brookies. Prettiest trout out there. Enjoy fall while it lasts!

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    1. Tim - Thanks for stopping by! Yes, I call them my "party" fish because of the confetti markings. Yeah, I'm silly. : )

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  7. The scenery alone was worth the trip for me. I hope we really have a fall here.

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  8. RD
    I am envious of all you guys that live out west. Those images are amazing---by the way how do you get the black frames to show on the images? Thanks for sharing

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    1. Bill ~ I really need to stop making you feel "green" with envy... It just isn't very nice of me, is it? I have the frames as a result of one of the settings in the dashboard. I will have to take a look around and see where it is.

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  9. Does that RockStar have potassium in it? Anyway ...

    ... I was reading some old journals, and came across an entry about Wilford Woodruff having his British flyfishing rod in his buggy when crossing the plains in 1847. It said he tried some salmonae flies from the UK successfully while passing through the Wasatch range! People were pleased that the cutthroats went for the foreign flies. Yes, just cutthroats, no imports yet.

    Went to the internet to see if anyone had written about that factoid for him or another being the Rockies' first fly fisherman. Cursory search; nothing. Any, input on that topic?

    Drift, never knew it was called that, just did it like Dad showed me at six. Yes, drift is also part of real flyfishing, dry style. (Drift can also apply to positioning of FF buddies of leguminous dietary habits while camping on the rivers.) Anyway ... wet flies are like shooting ducks on the water.

    Really enjoyed the beauty of nature, and the joyful faces in the last two blogs. Thank you for the vicarious pleasure. DTJ

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    1. Crickets. - DTJ

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    2. No more Rockstar... just lots of H20,,. And no crickets, thank you. = )

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