It's been a few days since my last post, but I haven't done anything or thought of anything worth mine or any one's time. Until this past weekend. I went canoeing with AKZ, Colin, Faith, their demon son Kirin (that's for you Faith) Jessica and Tato. Everyone wanted to fish, and when i say everyone that means Colin. The original float was planned for the Buffalo, but supposedly there are no fish on the Buffalo. So we went to the King's and of course got there around 2pm the day we planned on floating. Then we had to wait for a freak storm to pass by. No drownings or electrocutions here. So the float began around 3pm or so. A few strokes downstream I noticed a jeep on the riverbank. Either some idiot decided he could drive across the river or it was washed down after a huge flood.

Fish were caught and beer was drunk, though for some odd reason there were more fish being caught than there were beers being drunk. I think maybe as we all get older the more we hate feeling like crap. So a sober day on the river and then the storm hits us. I could see ten feet in front of the boat it was raining so hard. AKZ brought her rainjacket, so she was comfy. Just as the rain started to intensify, i noticed large plops in the water that looked like fish jumping. My infinite knowledge of fishing shows itself. It turns out we were being bombarded by hail the size of golfballs. Sorry no pictures of that, I brought my dive camera with me, which is film, so after using one roll and rewinding it i forgot that i was using film. I think the pro film people are correct in assuming that digital cameras dumb down the average photographer. So, no shots of monster iceballs from the sky or heavy rain. Just some fish and the people who caught them.