Things seem to be sailing along at
pretty smooth rate around here. So Murphy and I decide to head to
Kootenai river and try our luck at fishing.
I don't know if one of those fishing
calendar can predict good fishing or not. So we went to what some
consider the ghetto of Bonners Ferry and hike over the dike.
All friendly people.
I don't know when the dike went among
the Kootenai but the last big flood was in 1948 or 49. Last Spring it
got pretty high and the farming district up North had some flooded.
Not sure what the cement tower is but I
would guess it some type of pumping station from way back.
Can't say we picked a good spot for
fishing seem our line snag quite a bit. Best way to explain our
fishing luck...”we got skunked”... One would be looking up stream
toward Montana. General running of Kootani is out of Canada into
Montana, swing westward into Idaho and back up North into Canada
dumps into the Kootani lake the west arm of the lake goes into the
Columbia river.
In Canada it spelled “Kootany”
Notice my in-law bed and breakfast
place. It old school house. It been a while since I been on that part
of the river and the North-side area sure looks different.
This morning I looking West towards
Selkirk mountain range and fog hang in at deep creek.
I listed a little chicken for sale on etsy. I was going to sell
an elephant but Murphette want it. Plus there was a minor error to
it. I got the bisque at a thrift store partly painted. Who every was
doing it did a good job. But someone name was on it and other then
that it finished up beautifully.
Coffee is on.
I pretty much suck at fishing also, but I enjoy getting out in nature so it doesn't matter.
ReplyDeleteI always liked fishing but never really caught too much. My Mom is the fisherperson in our family - she is a professional fly tier and used to own a fly shop with my stepdad before he passed away. She always caught a fish (she usually always had a bird poop on her too - perhaps they are tied :))
ReplyDeleteMy dad was the fisherman in our family. None of us kids got into the sport. Being outdoors romping around the woods or around the lake was more my enjoyment, while dad would fish for our supper.
ReplyDeleteI envy your lifestyle, planting your own vegetables and fishing from the river.
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