Well when I got to fishing...the babies were out in force. What do I mean?
First, I was wading around some rocks...and I almost stepped on a baby duck. I suppose this little duckling got separated from it's mom...because there were no other ducks in sight. He was just chillin' next to the rock, swimming circles around it, even at times hopping on top to take a breather. I was going to "help" him out, but he seemed okay, so after about 5 or 10 minutes of hanging out with Donald Jr., I went on my way...
|Go find your Mom!|
...and prompty ran into another baby...but this time on the end of my line!
|It's like a trout, but miniature...|
Now kids are fun and all, but I needed to start finding parents...or at least older brothers or sisters...luckily, it didn't take too long...
|Last fish of day, at dusk|
A nice way to unwind after a hectic work week.