Willow Creek with the Family

I'm sorry to my viewers that dislike how this has become a family blog as much as a fishing blog. But what can I say, I'm a lucky man to have a family involved in my passion. It's how I find balance right now.

We hit Willow Creek Mountain last week and had a great family camping trip. Thanks to the camp trailer we were able to have another successful trip with two small children. We had luck on our side as we drove down a dirt road that got rougher and rougher with no way to turn around with our camp trailer behind us. Luckily we came upon a nice little meadow with a little stream running through it. We caught fish only feet from our campsite and put memories in the bank to draw on later.

Willow Creek was a little high but still rewarded us for our efforts.

I just returned from a 2-day trip. I didn't fish anywhere new but each place has haunted me in the past. I fell great about my success at each spot including catching the largest Brookie of my life. The second largest is documented as like most fish stories go, the biggest flipped out of my net before I could get a good picture (I have a picture of it in my net but it really doesn't do it justice so I will leave it out). I'm not really impressed with my camera-work but I was very impressed with this trip. But I won't bore you with many details...

Drove through just after a flash flood washed out part of the hillside into the road, I should have stopped to show the carnage in the wash. It was a raging chocolate milkshake.