Over to the Yampa

Fall is here, and it was the best time for us to take off for some down time.  We headed to Steamboat Springs for the week.  The colors were vividly bright, as always this time of year.

We found our way to some ripples on the Yampa, and I saw my backing for the first time in my fly fishing life.  That one, he did hunker down, and he did finally break the very end fly of three.  He felt like a gallon milk jug coming through the water, and running.

What a day!  And my sweet husband got my moment on his camera, and I thought he did rather well.  I edited this shot in black and white, just because...I liked my leg moving up and through the water, showing motion....and my eyes and face at that big fish...

We caught seven that day, all released, all big, rainbows, cutbows and a couple of brownies...

And the one that got away....

Fishergirl, in the yellow trees...