This year we had several streams to choose from but a a fellow camper clued us in to the "sweet spot."
Deer Creek. Just down stream from Elam Campground.
The first day we limited out.
The second day we limited out.
The third day we limited out.
Are you sensing a pattern here? :)
It got to the point where every cast caught a fish.
It became a frenzy of cast. Catch. Remove your fish. Rebait your hook. Repeat.
Even the little boys were catching fish.
On their own!
Best. fishing trip. Ever.
Catch me a fish Dad!
Got one!
Reeling him in.
See him? Right there! In front of the rock.
Got him!!!
DP's turn. Setting the hook.
Expert advice from Dad on when to give & when to take.
He was a fighter!
Into the shallows.
Victorious!!!
My turn Dad? Mine???
Yes!!!!
Can I hold him? Can I hold him???
Hmmmm. Not so sure about this after all...
Big brother reeled 'em in like mad.
Our fishing buddy. He hung out close to us the whole time. Pretty sure he was hoping we would catch him a few...
Working on his own.
Cast. Catch. Remove. Rebait. Repeat.
Can you see the fish? Just above the rock on the right? (i love my camera)
The catch of the day.
The catch of the next day.
The catch of the last day.
Best. fishing trip. ever.
Blessings.
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