fly-fishing in the midwest rocks. the pictures just can’t convey how freaking good it SMELLS here. prairie flowers, farmhouses, seclusion, and topping out at 80 degrees… add streams full of trout, and i’m HOME.
the fishing wasn’t as difficult as it might look… the plants are thick, but not particularly tall, so there was plenty of “real” casting in addition to roll-casting and whatnot.
prm thinks he’s funny. also? he apparently doesn’t think our children will be traumatized at any point in the future by pictures of mommy’s ass in the family album:
best of all? our choices of watering holes in the town nearest to the collection of streams we hit this weekend:
stroker’s saloon and beaver’s lounge, conveniently located across the street from each other!
happy birthday to me 
in addition to this fine staycation package, prm is getting me pickups to electrify the bridges of some instruments. because fiddling and banjo-picking are more fun at top volume with distortion!
