She flapped her arms as the cloud of insects swarmed over her head. “Miserable beasts!”

Derek hid a smile. This was the first crack in Katherine’s armor he’d ever seen.

Surprisingly, fishing had been her idea. He was country; loved to fish and hunt. Katherine had grown up in a more urban setting; loved frou-frou things like mani-pedis.

When she suggested they head to the Russian River to fish he simply said, “I’ll get the gear ready. Pack a lunch will you?”

Mosquitoes outnumbered salmon as they packed to leave.

“Can we come back sometime?”

“For you, my Katie love, anything!”
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The fish are in, the fish are in, the fish are in! Craziness has settled onto “the Kenai” because the fish are in.

This post is written in response to TWO prompts . . . aren’t I just the adventurous one???? The trifecta editors asked for CRACK and Velvet Verbosity asked for FLAPPED.

Thank you to the editors at trifecta who chose my 3 Little Words as the top finisher. It is my first FIRST place! I am honored.

And, just for VV whose McShirty has just undergone hip surgery, and who wanted a margarita emailed . . . I hope this will help:

It is that time of year in small town ‘laska . . . dipnetting season. For less than three weeks hordes of ‘laskans head to my end of the state. They come with old clothes, waders, huge nets, coolers, and an enormous appetite for spending hours standing in frigid water up to their ‘pits seeking the ever elusive red salmon.

At the same time they seek reds local setnetters are, well . . . setting their nets and driftnetters are . . . drifting in Cook Inlet. The “sport” fishing guides are guiding their clients up and down the Kenai River in search of king salmon, but will take their share of reds as well.

And, I? I, whose hubby dislikes anything that swims (gasp!!) being offered to him on his dinner plate? I, who grew up with and LOVE eating fish (good old catholic background – fish on Fridays – to be blamed for that)? I, am relegated to watching from above . . . watching and taking pictures.

You can find them at my facebook home, but I will share a few with you here also.

click for larger view, of course

And . . . for your viewing pleasure . . . Mt Redoubt in my rearview


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Trifecta asked us to give three little words to describe how we write. These are mine. Where are yours?
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UPDATE 7-15-13 Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!!! This entry is my first ever first place win at trifecta!! Thank you, kindly, editors.


Gladys, ‘member when NAPA was Dairy Queen?

Lawdie, Henry. I ‘member when it was trees.

I ‘member that, too. Mercy day, we’s gettin’ old.

S’okay, Henry. We’s gettin’ old together. That’s what counts.
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Picture is from google images (www.mirror.co.uk )

Hubbymoose and I actually had this conversation – well, something like it – just this morning. I pared ours down to a trifextra 33.

My all too wide rear on the front page is what started it. Working the finish line of a race, I was only secondary in the picture, but that rear shot bothered me.

Five days later I walked into a gym and sat on an exercise bike for the first time in a long forever.

That was last August. Since that first tentative ride I’ve worked my way up to 45-60 minutes, adding treadmill time and lifting weights.

My weight? Yes, that number has decreased as well. The derriere will be a bit smaller on this year’s front page story.
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Written for the challenge REWORK from Velvet Verbosity.