Isn't that a pretty picture? Doesn't it look like he knows what he's doing?
Well, guess what ... he doesn't! Ha, ha! Just looking the part!
How about those waders? Weirdly coincidentally, we found a pair in his size at a garage sale, the day we bought our license, for only $10! We were going to do without but hey, that was a too good of a deal!

Now ME on the other hand, I totally know what I'm doing ... just kidding! Not a clue, I'm afraid.

Steelhead Salmon fishing was upon us and we thought we give it a try. Who knows, beginners-luck?
We got us a license, plus a special Steelhead 'stamp' ($35 for 3 days), rigged up some old poles we found in the barn, and dragged ourselves out of bed at 6 in the morning.
We gave it 3 hours in the morning, and 2 more in the evening.
We managed to break 2 poles on some snags, (yeah, it's an art .. but it turned out the fiberglass was just too old and brittle) and we lost 3 'riggings' on some more snags, but unfortunately, no fish!

This all happened 2 weeks ago. Now this last Saturday was Idaho-Free-fishing day, so you could fish anywhere without a license, and we decided to give it another try. 
Same scenario, only much, much colder (46 versus 66 the previous week!), we about froze our tootsies off, but again .. no fish. Nothing, Nada, Zilch! 
Oh well, we gave it the E for Effort, you can't say we didn't try and Steelhead season is about to close anyway, so we call it good.
We might break down and buy some fish from the Indians who are allowed to fish with nets (we aren't) somewhere south of Riggins, and have much more luck than we do. They sell them fairly cheap (from about $20, but you have to clean it yourself).

These birds, and a Bald Eagle that came over too fast one evening to get a shot of, were about the only wildlife we saw on the river. 

I did see a Beaver too, but also didn't get a shot. Remnants of his handy-work were clearly visible on the shore though:

    

OK, here's some more pictures of my wanderings up the canyon beyond our RV.

It's not a very steep trail but it gradually goes up, and for the moment it is still quite challenging for me, a flat-lander, to go very far. Yet. 

I hope to get into better shape over the next weeks!

                   

It's very pretty though and I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, look at these happy Poppies!

                             

Like I said in the last blog, the weather has been exceptionally warm the last couple of weeks and the wildflowers just keep on popping up!

                 




A couple of days ago I 'made it' to the ponds, about halfway up the canyon.
They're stocked with trout and bass by Sam (the owner of the property) and we're good to try to catch (and eat) them.
So, I see some fly-fishing in the (near) future! Maybe we're more lucky this time (and we don't need a license).

If you look closely, I got a shot of this fairly big trout. I think it has my name written on him, no?

These tracks on the trail are tell-tail signs of Elk and Raccoon.
I still have to see one though ..

 

This Red-tailed Hawk's calls this canyon home and he keeps a close eye on me:

 

This is him in flight ..

And how about this little guy? I think it is a Western Fence Lizard:

And this is how the barn is looking at the moment. Look at that, the roof is almost on!

Update: the roof IS on, as of Tuesday, 6/11. Yoohoo! Great job, honey, as always!

Here's a few pictures of my vegetable garden:

 So far I have a bunch of cilantro, some basil and parsley, one (yellow) cherry tomato and one (ever-bearing) strawberry! Not quite self-sufficient, ha-ha, but it proves that even when you're trailer-trash you can grow your own veggies.

Merlin is really enjoying all the barns and the pastures and the corrals. 
So much to explore and dash through!

But he's careful too (thankfully).

 

Those cows are awful big! Better stay under Mom's skirts!

Wow, that was a looooong post! I guess things DO happen around here.
I almost forgot, we went golfing the other day! After returning some scaffolding to Grangeville (30 miles to the north of us), we played 9 holes at the local Golf and Country Club.



Due to finances, time, and in my case a rotator-cuff tear of my (other) shoulder, we hadn't played in 6 months. Gasp!
Surprisingly, we didn't do too bad. Not too good either though ...
Oh well, you know, typical golf. Some good shots, some bad shots, some @!#%$&! shots ...

Afterward we decided to have a glass of wine on the patio and grab a bite to eat as well.

The chicken wings were delicious and the fish and chips reminded us of our stay at our summer digs near Buffalo, NY, where they had it on the menu every Friday.

As I've said before: "Life is good"