David finally took the fly rod out and brought in his three contributions.
The plan was to go back out the next day to pull in a few more so that we would have enough for a meal. The weather didn't cooperate however, it rained like crazy. So instead David got into the groove....

I spotted an old abandoned farm house behind a field of flowers.
On Sunday poor David headed back to work on the little house so here I am by myself me and the dogs. When David is here Peeko hardly ever barks...but when he is gone and we are alone he barks at every little thing. Creeps me out a bit as he has me wondering who in the hell is coming up the driveway. There is never anyone and he is probably barking at deer, or raccoon or whatever the hell but I wish he would quit!
However, Peeko seems to think that looking nice and smelling good is over rated as the minute we got home he ran to Tackla's swimming pond and got himself dirty, oh well.
The dogs love it here. If they aren't in the pond they are in the grasses 'hunting', all that can be seen are the wagging tails.
We have been watching a very pregnant doe for the past month or so. She comes out every day (sometimes twice a day) to eat. I haven't seen her for the past two days and am thinking she may be holed up with a new fawn. When they do show up I hope to get a picture. 























