River Dance

Nothing makes me happier than catching my boys in an especially happy moment. Meaning my husband and my almost-two-year-old Buby. They have many things in common. A love of fishing is one of them.

Pre Buby, I went river fishing with Tom quite a bit and liked it quite a bit. The whole process intrigues me. Going off in search of the perfect stoop of shore on which to cast and reel in the empty line again and again. The monotony of it is calming. The sport doesn't require chit-chat nor does it prohibit it. Sometimes we fished side-by-side and other times we split up and could barely hear each other calling in the distant woods. {That would be me calling for help to get my line out of a tree or off a branch floating downstream}. Now that Buby is starting to take interest in these weekend fishing expeditions, I prefer to step back and snap photos, collect rocks, or just watch in amazement as one adoring little fella gets quality time with his hero. Someone he simply calls "DADDY."



All shots taken by moi, 6.24.07