fishing

I have 2 vivid memories of my first fishing trip- The first is when I accidentally hooked my mom with the fishing hook, and the second it when I caught my first fish and realized that meant that I would be killing it so I cried and my dad had to release it.  Since then, I've improved a little. I'll eat salmon and sit by and lounge while my dad and friends fish... but seeing and/or touching them still gives me the heebie-jeebies.  So clearly, I am in no way an expert on fishing. I DO know, though, that the river in the backyard has some pretty good fishing.  My dad and several visitors have told me so. Apparently, the McKenzie River is known for its salmon, steelhead, and trout. Sometimes when you're sitting in the backyard, you can even see them jumping... which is usually followed by an excited squeal from my mom (hi, mom- sorry, I had to).  

{Our family friend, George, fishin' on the McKenzie}

{George's prize! And this is where I have the heebie-jeebs}

{And the seasoning}

So then he grilled them up and all just snacked off the platter. Unfortunately, I don't have a final product picture... I guess we ate them up too fast!