A great way to end the season
 

Here in southern Utah, surrounded by the towering red rock walls of Zion and
Bryce, most people only think of this as desert country. Yes, summer can
hit 120 here, but the Fall, Winter and Spring are incredible.

Last week I took my 9 year old son out of school after lunch and took the
beautifully scenic 1 hour drive to the best fly fishing lake I've ever known
(keeping in mind that I lived in Mammoth Lakes, CA for 10 years and fished
and guided at all the Eastern Sierra hot spots).

We arrived at the reservoir about 2 pm and were in the water in our tubes
by 3pm. This was my sons first outing in a tube and only his 3rd FF trip.
We floated the lake on a calm still afternoon and talked about the Solar
System, why eagles soar, and why a trout thinks a worm would taste good.

We caught about a dozen fish, lost a whole bunch more, and never saw another
person or car. We talked about more things then I have thought about in a
long time. After we were through, we sat in the truck and drank some hot
chocolate and watched the fish rise as dusk descended. Soon deer and elk
were cautiously coming down to the water for a drink. We sat transfixed as
we took it all in. We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."

A great way to end the season
 

"Wes Chormicle" wrote...
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We caught about a dozen fish, lost a whole bunch more, and never saw another
person or car. We talked about more things then I have thought about in a
long time. After we were through, we sat in the truck and drank some hot
chocolate and watched the fish rise as dusk descended. Soon deer and elk
were cautiously coming down to the water for a drink. We sat transfixed as
we took it all in. We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."

That's one smart 9 year old! Thanks for the story.
--
TL,
Tim
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http://css.sbcma.com/timj

A great way to end the season
 

Wes Chormicle wrote:

Last week I took my 9 year old son out of school after lunch and took the
beautifully scenic 1 hour drive to the best fly fishing lake I've ever known

Would that be a left turn at Virgin?


"Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."

Excellent stuff.
Frank Reid

A great way to end the season
 

"Wes Chormicle" wrote in message
nk.net...
Here in southern Utah, profoundly lovely TR snipped


Occasionally somebody asks me why I fish. I'm going to print out a copy of
this and show it to them the next time it happens.

Thanks, Wes.

A great way to end the season
 

"Wes Chormicle" wrote in message
nk.net...

We caught about a dozen fish, lost a whole bunch more, and never saw
another
person or car. We talked about more things then I have thought about in a
long time. After we were through, we sat in the truck and drank some hot
chocolate and watched the fish rise as dusk descended. Soon deer and elk
were cautiously coming down to the water for a drink. We sat transfixed
as
we took it all in. We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."


Nice Wes,

Now where is my hanky.

Thanks,
Jeff T.

A great way to end the season
 

terrific brought back all the memories of my son and daughters first trips,
i got such a buzz watching them fish

"Wes Chormicle" wrote in message
nk.net...
Here in southern Utah, surrounded by the towering red rock walls of Zion
and
Bryce, most people only think of this as desert country. Yes, summer can
hit 120 here, but the Fall, Winter and Spring are incredible.

Last week I took my 9 year old son out of school after lunch and took the
beautifully scenic 1 hour drive to the best fly fishing lake I've ever
known
(keeping in mind that I lived in Mammoth Lakes, CA for 10 years and fished
and guided at all the Eastern Sierra hot spots).

We arrived at the reservoir about 2 pm and were in the water in our
tubes
by 3pm. This was my sons first outing in a tube and only his 3rd FF trip.
We floated the lake on a calm still afternoon and talked about the Solar
System, why eagles soar, and why a trout thinks a worm would taste good.

We caught about a dozen fish, lost a whole bunch more, and never saw
another
person or car. We talked about more things then I have thought about in a
long time. After we were through, we sat in the truck and drank some hot
chocolate and watched the fish rise as dusk descended. Soon deer and elk
were cautiously coming down to the water for a drink. We sat transfixed
as
we took it all in. We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."

A great way to end the season
 

"Wes Chormicle" wrote in message
nk.net...
Here in southern Utah, surrounded by the towering red rock walls of Zion
and
Bryce, most people only think of this as desert country. Yes, summer can
hit 120 here, but the Fall, Winter and Spring are incredible.

Last week I took my 9 year old son out of school after lunch and took the
beautifully scenic 1 hour drive to the best fly fishing lake I've ever
known
(keeping in mind that I lived in Mammoth Lakes, CA for 10 years and fished
and guided at all the Eastern Sierra hot spots).

We arrived at the reservoir about 2 pm and were in the water in our
tubes
by 3pm. This was my sons first outing in a tube and only his 3rd FF trip.
We floated the lake on a calm still afternoon and talked about the Solar
System, why eagles soar, and why a trout thinks a worm would taste good.

We caught about a dozen fish, lost a whole bunch more, and never saw
another
person or car. We talked about more things then I have thought about in a
long time. After we were through, we sat in the truck and drank some hot
chocolate and watched the fish rise as dusk descended. Soon deer and elk
were cautiously coming down to the water for a drink. We sat transfixed
as
we took it all in. We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."



Nice tale, but now you realize that I have to go exhume my father....

--riverman

A great way to end the season
 

riverman wrote:

"Wes Chormicle" wrote

We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."


Nice tale, but now you realize that I have to go exhume my father....

No, see, you're not supposed to put the Sage in the coffin. Put the
KPOS, which of course *becomes* a Sage when it gets to heaven.

JR

A great way to end the season
 

Before anybody starts digging....
Granndpa was a spin fisherman.....
A man who fed his family by catching fish, and taking an elk and a deer
every year.



"JR" wrote in message
...
riverman wrote:

"Wes Chormicle" wrote

We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and
you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven
is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."


Nice tale, but now you realize that I have to go exhume my father....

No, see, you're not supposed to put the Sage in the coffin. Put the
KPOS, which of course *becomes* a Sage when it gets to heaven.

JR

A great way to end the season
 

"Wes Chormicle" wrote...
"JR" wrote in message
...
riverman wrote:

"Wes Chormicle" wrote

We started home when my son Clinton (named for his
grandfather, not the president) asked me, "Dad, when grandpa died and
you
put his fishing pole in the coffin, do you suppose this is what heaven
is
like?" I smiled and said, "I sure hope so."


Nice tale, but now you realize that I have to go exhume my father....

No, see, you're not supposed to put the Sage in the coffin. Put the
KPOS, which of course *becomes* a Sage when it gets to heaven.

Before anybody starts digging....
Granndpa was a spin fisherman.....
A man who fed his family by catching fish, and taking an elk and a deer
every year.

Ohhhh, so he went to that OTHER heaven - not the one reserved only for dry fly
fishers. ;-)

Anyone who feeds his family in such a manner is welcome in my heaven anytime.
--
TL,
Tim
------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

A great way to end the season
 

"Tim J." wrote in message
...


Before anybody starts digging....
Granndpa was a spin fisherman.....
A man who fed his family by catching fish, and taking an elk and a deer
every year.

Ohhhh, so he went to that OTHER heaven - not the one reserved only for dry
fly
fishers. ;-)

Anyone who feeds his family in such a manner is welcome in my heaven
anytime.

And mine, but I can't shake this image of your Grandpa showing up at the
pearly gates, fishing pole over his shoulder and a contented smile on his
face, only to encounter a large herd of rather angry elk and deer.... g

--riverman
(maybe you ought to have put the shotgun in there with him, too)