The weekend after Labor Day Dad and I went on a fishing trip down the Green River. It was so much fun, and not just because I caught more fish than Dad. But that definitely didn't hurt.
Just chilling with our guide who rowed us down the river and helped me learn the technique of fly-fishing.
Turns out I am a natural fisherwoman and was just reeling in the fish. Dad, however, was not having the same luck. Here's the catch of the day, his half of a fish:
Luckily he warmed up and landed this guy:
It was a great trip and hope to do it again!