Gone fishin'

You think living with the uncertainty of a pandemic is hard? Imagine being a fish, swimming along in your habitat, you notice a worm or something sparkly in the water, you shimmy closer, and WHAP!, a hook tears through the side or top or bottom of your mouth, and you start being pulled in a different direction...

Well, that's how we spent a couple hours on Memorial Day on the banks of Nine Mile Creek outside Camillus. Three fish were caught -- by Greta, by Grandma and by Uncle Abel. One was thrown back and a couple were frozen for future frying. All were trout, I think. Anyway, some iPhone portraits of my 3 anglers and a couple of their catches.