This was the weekend of the annual fish-out, an event created and fostered by my brother, Rob. Despite significant rain, the event went off without a hitch and we had a great time.
The libations were liberal and masculinity was evident.
When I departed yesterday, the largest fish honor was held by John Frydendahl – a striped bass of about 15 pounds.
John also told us that he’d been “spooled” by another fish before the rest of us arrived. We could only wonder about the size of that one.
The white-front geese appeared to be staging for a flight north. They will leave any time now.
Pheasants and mallards were displaying and chasing each other around. Managed to photograph one rooster in full bloom.