Ok I got stuff from a few "close" friends who said I still bored you with laundry stories even after promising not to. Then they said they were glad I was not talking about gunkers. This is getting to be a tough crowd.

Now I told you I was going to go fishing today. Well, the first thing you do not want to hear when you arrive at your favorite fishing hole is, "You shoulda been here an hour ago!" I would have been there an hour ago, but this thing called work got in the way.

By the time I got on the water we had a prevailing wind of about 30 miles per hour with gusts up to 45 MPH. Now I was using a light rig (#3 WT for you fish whisperers.). I went directly across the river in my new wading boots. They worked great and gave me a lot of stability as I crossed the river. I now had the wind at my back and was using a technique called dipping. Since I could not back cast with the gusting wind (God knows I tried John, I really did.), I just lifted my line out of the water and wind would float my variety of flies almost to where I wanted them.

Now when a 40 MPH gust hits you while standing in the water, a lot of things could happen. Here is a picture of this thing called a net.

It is there so you can handle the fish while doing the least amount of harm to it. With gusting winds of 40 MPH it becomes a bit of a weapon, whipping around your shoulder and striking you in the left and right temples depending upon which way you are facing. Here is a picture of the net sneaking up on me today.

So what were the fish hitting on today? The Answer My Friend . . yes it was blown in the wind. I went through about 7 flies in two hours. Then a huge gust of wind almost blew me off a perch and into the 41 degree water. I managed to keep my balance but not before my hat and my cheaters (Little magnifying glasses that attach to your hat and allow you to see teeny tiny flies while you tie them on your teeny tiny tippet material. They can also be used to burn unwanted hair off your face if you turn towards the sun and try tying a fly the magnifying glass forms a focal point of energy and will start your beard on fire, or so I've heard. But I digress.) went flying into the Middle Provo.

That was God's way of saying, go home and finish the laundry. So I did.

The family went to the Salt Lake City zoo and I am waiting here at home writing this wondering when they will be home. Ok they came back now. They had a great day and they saw all the active animals and my wife actually talked to a tiger. I will show you the video once man child has produced it and published it.