Monday, December 19, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Broken Bow
Tater was very unhappy that I had waded out beyond where he could still stand. It was heartbreaking to hear him whine and whimper. I was only 10ft from him, baby.
Caught a few trout on the standard copper john, soft hackle and crystal bugger. Good to see the mountains, a stream and some trout. Tater got to meet a few deer up close and personal and did his best impression of a bear/otter when he ate a trout. I tried explaining catch and release to him but the conservationist in him hasn't quite been developed.
Bassin
The fishing was slow, the water was low and clear and there wasn't a hint of wind. Fished a black llama clouser deep. Managed a few bass and stuck a pig then long line released her after a nice jump.
Labels:
bass,
flyfishing for bass,
largemouth bass
Pheasant Italian Peasant Soup Recipe
Italian Peasant Soup (w/ pheasant) Recipe
1lb hot turkey Italian sausage, casings removed and cut into 1" pieces
1lb pheasant breast cut into 1" cubes (or chicken breast)
2 medium onions chopped
6 garlic cloves minced
2 15oz cans of cannelini beans
1 32oz box of chicken broth
1 28oz can of diced tomatoes
1 tsp dried basil
1tsp dried oregano
6 cups chopped kale
Parmesan cheese
1lb hot turkey Italian sausage, casings removed and cut into 1" pieces
1lb pheasant breast cut into 1" cubes (or chicken breast)
2 medium onions chopped
6 garlic cloves minced
2 15oz cans of cannelini beans
1 32oz box of chicken broth
1 28oz can of diced tomatoes
1 tsp dried basil
1tsp dried oregano
6 cups chopped kale
Parmesan cheese
Cook sausage in skillet until no longer pink. Place all ingredients into pot and some fat from sausage and simmer all day. Perfect recipe for the fall season.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Summer Steelhead
3 days on Northern California's Trinity River chasing summer steelhead with my Dad and new life coach "Slim". The fish were fresh and scattered but we managed to catch some adult fish and a number of half-pounders. I love being on the river this time of year. There are no crowds, the fish are fresh from the ocean and (if they are there) are eager to pounce on big stoneflies, and the cool river breeze that smells of wild blackberries. I ate my weight in blackberries every time we stopped.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
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