It was opening day of trout season, and the creek had been stocked. Almost everyone caught their limit. The prize of the day went to my nine-year old great-niece Hunter, who pulled in a huge trout that is destined to be mounted. I have never seen such a big one- must be a granddaddy!Although the seasons are usually several weeks behind us in the mountains, there were definite signs of spring, including the daffodils I planted along the driveway.
They better be sitting on those eggs tonight, because it is supposed to snow again!
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