Low river means no fishing. We have to struggle over the stones, just to walk the banks now. Ellie enjoys short dips that enable her to move from one side of the river to the other. She drops out of sight in the tall grass, until I whistle her up again. Then it's back into the shallows to return to me.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
It's all low river. Every fisherman said there were no fish to be had. We even saw an eagle just swooping over the river. No luck. Even though I finally figured out that Ellie has been fishing when she swims out to "nothing,", there was no fishing Labor Day Weekend.