Most of us have traditions in our families that we hold on to deeply. And when holidays come around there are those special traditions that are dear to us.
I usually start the 4th with a fishing venture at a small stream, that will last only a few hours. Then it's back home to do some grillin', watch some baseball, maybe some reading, and just spending some time with those who are close to me.
This year I woke up somewhat late, 7am, grabbed a Green Mountain Nantucket Blend coffee, the necessary fishing items and was off. I arrived at the stream and the sun was already becoming my enemy. This stream is a bit tricky with the bright sun.
I walked along, tossing the fly, in most of the favorable runs and pools. No takes.
I fished a hour or so and had made up my mind to accept defeat and go home.
The last few drifts along an undercut, where the stream still remained some what dark, a flash came "forth" but missed the fly. This will no matter how many times it will happen gives me a great feeling. I sent that fly back through
that run a few more times with no response. Not giving up on my best shot of the morning, I sent it back through. This time the fish was not to be denied, He slammed the bug and the handsome brown came to hand. That was the only fish of the outing. I walked back to the car very content to have had the enjoyment of the mid morning trout.
We have a small farm close by, and he produces the best sweet corn that's around.
A few weeks ago we stopped in and asked when the corn would be ready. The answer was July 10th.
Yesterday Jeanette and I took a ride to the farm to pick up some summer squash.
Upon entering the sales area we noticed the Corn. What a pleasant surprise. I asked when the first pickings started and was told the day before.
Fresh picked native sweet corn. The First of the Season
A few other items that made it to the grill.
And while the main family gathering was on Saturday, Jeanette and I enjoyed this Fourth of July with each other.
I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday.