“Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan! ‘ said Jimmy longingly. ‘ How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go down lanes and through towns, and stand still in fields at night!”
– Enid Blyton, Mr Gilliano’s Circus
Some western scenes while driving or walking to some of my favorite trout streams somewhere out in the fields…
sw alberta cabin
field path to river, idaho
near waterton, alberta
a little religion, sw alberta
glenwood goats, alberta
Most of the streams I fish flow through arid sun baked terrain. The edges however are often lined with tall grass growth. They shoot skyward with the summer warmth, stream moisture and nutrients. These edges are places of life: waterfowl, insects, eggs, feathers, even the odd golden retriever…
Trout prowl the aquatic side of these edges. I often sit hidden in the grass and watch the water for movement; for trout. If you sit still long enough the flowing water and swaying grass become mesmerizing. Then a soft rise or flash of a feeding trout wakes you up.
Here are some pictures of soothing creekside grass taken along the rivers I fish.
smelling creekside grass
feather found in streamside grass
trout caught next to creek grass
found along grass bank
goose eggs in creekside grass