We’ve wrapped up wedding season. Only 6.5 weddings this year (6 weddings +1 wedding reception), which doesn’t beat last year’s 8, but still…
We’re still obsessed with this big ball of fur.
We’ve gone fishing a couple times now. Though we’ve yet to bring anything home, we’re really enjoying it. Spending a few quiet hours on a boat with each other, drinking PBR, and hoping something will bite is more enjoyable than I had even imagined.
Cory did catch a good one (probably 12 inches or so) while we were on the Deschutes, but the line broke and it got away. The good ones often do.
Thankfully not this one. Damn, I love this guy.
And I did catch this little guy! I had to throw him back, but it felt great to catch something!