"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat." ---Theodore Roosevelt 1910

Monday, April 20, 2015

6lb Cut


 
 
For family night, we took the canoe to Koosherem reservoir with some hot dog sticks. It was a favorite pit stop for my Grandpa Greenhalgh, as it's along the highway in getting to the Boulder's. I was with the little ones paddling around the lake chasing a beaver and decided to let out some line trolling with a Jake's Spin-a-Lure as we were paddling. Coming back to the ramp cruising along the dam, my rod bent in half. At first I thought it was a snag as it all but stopped our canoe. When I grabbed the rod, which was nestled between my legs, I was surprised to learn it was a big fish. I fought this huge cutthroat bringing it to the canoe, but now, how was I going to land it? I cupped my hand under its belly and in one quick motion lifted it inside the canoe. It is my largest cutthroat to date just under 6lbs.. It was a happy memory for me and my family! 
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