|This was Cold Creek pond at 7:30 AM: 35 degrees and no ice.|
The Sheep Mountain Range is in the background.
However, events at home took precedence. Our foster daughter is entering the toddler stage characteristic of assertiveness and obstinacy, and her insistence on giving up her daytime naps makes her cranky by the end of the day. When my “Friday Off” rolls around Denise is worn out and in need a respite to recharge her batteries.
|This is my custom 9 foot rod for a 5 weight|
line that I built in the summer of 2009
|Photo looks south toward the town of Cold Creek from the pond.|
|The usual Cold Creek suspect.|
|Wild colt in a woolly coat.|
|The herd walking the road, likely making their way to the pond for|
|A potential FisherGirl wearing my hat|