Fishing Rock Creek in winter with my mom

I owe my mother the world a million times over for a lot of things, especially after her heroic help during my insane move over to Butte in a gnarly blizzard and 24 below 0 deg. F temps.  We did take a day off from the insanity to fish Rock Creek though and I got some good pics.

Mom on Rock Cr. Rd.

Horses in pasture

Winter wonderland

Snowy Rock Creek

Getting our asses kicked post-holing through the meadows (snow on lens)

Totally getting our asses kicked post-holing (snow on lens)

Valley of the Moon Bridge wintertime 2015

The fishing kinda sucked but the beauty and laughs were plentiful.  Get off yer ass and get out there. Winter is awesome!

For Mom, on Mother's Day

I fish because of my Mom.  She first exposed me to trout, tackle, boats, and beautiful places when I was really little.  She has had to deal with both the positive and negative aspects of that exposure ever since.

When I was a kid, going fishing with my mom and sister was my absolute favorite thing in the world.  We fished all over NY state and for anything that swam.  In those days, we were plunkers.  Most of our nightcrawlers were harvested late-night, after we watered the lawn, with flashlights and pajamas.  That's some fun shit when your a little kid!

When I was little, my mom seemed to have a magical ability to out-fish everyone all the time.  The great equalizer has been her initial learning curve for fly fishing.  I've got a feeling my advantage is dwindling and I couldn't be happier about it.

So, to my fishing mom, and all the other women who've shown children the beauty of fishing and nature, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Mom on the Mo

Mom on flats boat in Boca Grande