Dad, Randon, and Tresa were in a boat in the early drift. Randon was at the head of the boat and nearly got knocked over board by trees a couple of times. He always came out smiling.
Our boat concentrated on hitting the "good" holes near the banks of the river. This was the scene in our boat too often. Apparently, Wes, Kenzi, and Jill stuck to the middle of the river and didn't have to do this that often.
Randon had a nice, big fish on his line and was mad at me for not helping him instead of taking this picture.
When you've got to go, you've got to go.
Beautiful bald eagle.
I loved this picture because I've always told Connor how much he looks like Grandpa Don. He even bites his cheek like Grandpa, and I caught him doing it while fishing.
Riley, being Kenzi's hero and getting her line free from a snag.
And... the result of fishing in the middle and avoiding the "good" holes.
I think the Captain taught us well for many years. It's fun to listen to everyone talk about memories of fishing together. I loved passing on those memories to the next generation of "HYDES". Different last name or not, this crew is Hyde through and through.
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