Matt and I have been experimenting with Flat Lay on some of his Dad’s old Fishing Rods. His Dad had quite a few; some of them are old time bamboo rods with old English Reels still attached. I kind of get teary-eyed when I realize that his hands were the last to touch these beauties.
After we cleaned out the apartment then suddenly I was cast 🙂 into the world of fly fishing, of which I know very little. There is always something new to learn. The English made some good reels back when. My Mom and I used to fish streams with bait but I can see the aesthetic appeal of fly-fishing.
Below is a jumble of the old rods. If anyone knows anything about these please message me.
It was warm on Friday when we were done with work and everything. It was the last really warm day probably for awhile, so since we had the boats already on the car we did a seven mile river trip down the Flathead. These are a couple of the shots I took with my phone. Above are the clay cliffs where swallows like to nest and the second photo is after we navigated some Class 1.5 rapids. (Matt fondly calls them that.) You get moving pretty quickly here and you have to watch out for rocks. It is beautiful in every direction; no doubt in my mind this is one of the more remote stretches and away from pretty much everything. This section of the river is a true treasure, thanks to the tribe setting it aside; otherwise it would be flanked with houses. Keep it wild! 🙂