that it’s time to go take pictures when you can hear the boat motors on the Kenai River from your front door – a mile and a half away from the river.

So that is exactly what I did – grabbed camera, ID, and cell phone and set off for some pics. Craziness, I tell you. hubbymoose and I used to do this type of fishing, mind you. Back when the girls were small. I sort of miss it – but not enough to get down there in the mix. It is great fodder for blogs, though.

To say that there is a love/hate relationship between dipnetters and commercial fishermen is an understatement. As I stood on the bluffstaking pictures, the two boats pictured here got “up on step” and sped past the dipnetters on either side of the mouth. This caused a big wake and many dippers bounced about. I’m sure there were chuckles from the boats, too.

Here are some closeups of the dipnetters and the “tent city” that has developed on the beaches.

I’ll use thumbnails from here and you can click on them for larger views if you like.

From here I went to the bird viewing site over the Kenai harbor to see how many boats were in the water. Several – but they were further down river. There were LOTS more waiting to get there, though.

The last one? Just cracks me up. I wonder how well he can see to back that boat into the water from behind his motor home???? Don’t think I’d like to try that.

Then it was off to the Warren Ames bridge where I had noticed dipnetters Thursday night. Sure enough, the lot was packed.

Then, on the way home . . . an extra surprise. The pictures aren’t the greatest because I was taking them through my dirty windshield. I didn’t want to get too close because it would spook them.

And that’s how I spent my early Saturday morning – how about you?

Introspection by Velvet Verbosity this week. Best wishes and good thoughts to her as she seeks her way through that particular fog. This week’s 100 Word challenge is SPLIT. What follows is my take on the word.

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Cassi waved her red pen over the copy on her desk. Her glasses were perched at the bottom of her nose. Another pencil held her baby-fine blond hair in a twist. She chewed the inside of her cheek absentmindedly.

Sighing, she reached for her phone, punched in a number and waited for the extension to be answered.

“Not to split hairs, boss, but your editorial is riddled with typos. Again. Don’t you think as Editor-in-Chief you should know how to use apostrophes and commas?”

She tilted her head – listened: “the time is currently 4:35. The temperature is . . .”

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The 100 Word Challenge this week is given by guest poster Leisa Ladell. Her word is Resistance, and I resisted as long as I could, but finally Stanley Hanklesmann came to my aid and provided the next scene to his story.

Many thanks again to VV for this weekly challenge – and to the writers providing her a hiatus.

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Stanley continued his morning walk. He bent, picked a dandelion holding it towards Millie sitting on her stoop near the end of the street.

“Do you like butter?” Stanley smiled and set the flower on the step below the timid child. “I will leave it for you. I hope you have a beautiful day.”

Millie flinched as he placed the flower near her. He could hear the man of the house grumbling over the sound of the TV to Millie’s mother in the darkened house.

Her resistance to men was understandable, but Stanley hoped to win her over with patience.

This week VV’s guest poster was AuroraLee. Her chosen challenge was GAME.
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Two little girls busily bent over their task. It was tough work; Jenna’s lines weren’t very straight and Dottie’s numbers were often backwards.

“Here, take the yellow chalk, Dottie. I used it last time and I know it’s your favorite.”

The girls giggled as they finished their diagram and reached for stones.

Stanley’s shadow fell over the girls and they giggled again.

“Good morning, girls.”

“Good morning, Mr. Hanklesmann.”

Taking out his yellow handkerchief Stanley polished a medium sized stone. He winked at each girl, stepped back a step and tossed the stone with great care into the first square.

Your turn – do YOU have game? Join us in the 100 Word Challenge.