An Evening Of Fishing And S'mores
Greetings to all.
Today we drove up to Glenwood Springs to visit friends who were passing through the state.
We met them at their camp site and visited. Xavier was invited, if he wished, to wade in the stream a few dozen feet away. "It's filled with leeches," we were inform, "the smallest leeches I've ever seen."
After a little while of playing on the bank, Xavier decided to put on his sandles and go wading. The water was cold, still so close to the snow melt, so he endured it for about ten minutes. When he came out of the water, he had no leeches attached to him.
After a dinner of flame-broiled hamburgers, Ben, the son of the family we visited who is several years older than Xavier, decided to go fishing.
Xavier heard fishing and wanted to go too. Still, he had to finish his dinner.
As he finished, Ben came back into camp excited. He had caught a fish, but the hook was set and he needed his tackle box and its hook extractor. (Ben wanted to catch and release)
That news got Xavier all the more excited to fish himself, especially after seeing the 10 inch Brown Trout Ben had hooked.
"Do we have my fishing pole, Dad?" he asked.
Of course, we did. It's compactly stored in the back of the car along with his tackle box. We got them both and headed to the bridge where Ben was fishing. In a few minutes we strung a lure and Xavier spent the next hour casting his line.
The sun passed below the mountains and Xavier had to call it a night. Though we saw several trout, none found his lure appealing. Alas, he settled for S'mores.