He tells me to shut up and have another beer.
So I do.
You can't argue with that kind of reasoning.
And then we chill for a while and enjoy the peace and quiet.
Until something moves or the wind blows and then Mally has to bark at it.
I, on the other hand, fish from the shore because I'm too lazy to put on my boots and waders.
Ryan takes pictures and tells me that I'm doing it wrong.
I tell him to shut up and have a beer.
While we're not paying attention, Mally wanders through a huge patch of cockleburrs (aka "sticktights").
They look like this.
And then I have to spend an hour cutting them out of her hair and pulling them
out from between her paw pads. Poor baby. I hate these things.
But that's a small price to pay to have views like this all weekend.
That could feed us for minutes.
He's not happy with that catch.
And with that, it's about time to go.
Once last sniff of the fresh country air...