Cooper thinking we're completely crazy
Spencer and I took the twins out for their first fly fishing adventure / baptism on the Yough. Now, I know what you might be thinking,...that I've lost my mind taking a couple 8 month olds and my dog out on the river fly fishing, but all I can say is my wife thought it was a good idea at the time too (and one of the many reasons why I love her!)
Clara quickly grabbed an oar....future river rat!
I cant claim it went exactly as I envisioned it, but I'm glad we gave it a whirl. The trout were rising as they always do and Spencer was doing her best to occupy both babies. But there is just something not very relaxing about casting to rising trout when twin babies are having mini meltdowns in the middle of a river.
Clara famously waving in all of her pics!
I think we could have handled just one meltdown, but not two. I did get enough casts off to realize that the fish were not taking the big obvious yellow sz 14 cahills, but I didn't stick around too much longer. There were a couple guys fishing below us and I felt terrible about the screaming babies. Its one thing to have to accept screaming babies on an airplane, ....but on a river, you should NOT have to listen to other people's screaming babies.
So we paddled upstream as we sang, "Row, Row, Row your boat" and I just put the rod down and floated merrily, merrily back down the river.
Dad with the best catch of the evening....a 22" wild Clara!
The nice thing was the twins aren't moving yet, so when that day comes (which will be soon,) we wont be able to take them out in the boat until they're a little older. So I am so glad we got this float in now.
But it wont be long until ol Jack is rowing his old man down the river and I cant wait for the day!
Jack told me the fish were midging, but I didn't listen to him and kept casting that cahill dry fly.