My motivatior needs a jump start.

One of the things I have discovered as I get older is that time goes by faster. Where it goes, I have no idea! But goes it does.

Sometimes I feel like this rooster I painted a while back. I call it Chicken Soup on the Run!

There is a story behind that title. This rooster belonged to a friend and he got where he was attacking her when she was feeding the chickens, so he became Chicken Soup!

Painting was put on the back burner for a while. The month of July was filled with my only granddaughter's visit. She and her mom and her step-family have moved to Missouri since February so I don't get to see her as often as I once did. Now when she is here, it is her time.

She and I spent 3 days in the Dubois Wyoming country for a fishing trip since I had promised I would take her fishing this summer when she was here. It was her first time going since she received her new fishing rod last Christmas.

The first day out we stopped on a little creek by the Pelham Lake road (as many times as I have been in that country, I can never remember the names of creeks, etc. I just know where they are at!). I had just helped her get her line in the creek and turned to pick mine up and she said, "I think I have a fish." I told her to reel in and see. She did and she caught her first fish! A little 5 inch Brookie that she got on the bank just as it flipped off the hook and back into the creek. She was pretty excited - she had caught a fish! Didn't matter that it flipped off - it was too small anyways.

The second day we went up Warm Springs way via Union Pass road. Holy cow, is that area built up. Cabins and houses and three businesses all in that small area. Isn't like the days when I cowboyed for HE Ranch. So instead of trying our luck on the Warm Springs there, I took Sable around on the Sheridan Creek side, where we tried a couple of creeks with no success and then stopped on the Upper Warm Springs (Impressed! I read the sign!) and she no more than got her line in and caught another fish. This one was about 8 inch Brown. She kept that one.

The third day we stopped at the Silver Sage Gallery for a bit after breakfast to visit my dear friends and owners of the gallery, Tammy and Tom Lucas and Vickie and Gary Keimig . Vickie was out of town so missed visiting with her. Sable and I was telling our fish stories and Gary told Sable to go try by his house just on the edge of town. Said there were some good holes right there and at the bridge. The Wind River is right at the edge of his and Vickie's backyard. So Sable and I went there and she threw her line in a couple of times and then the pole bent into a U! I helped her reel it in and just as we got this whopper of fish on the bank, her line broke. But it was far enough away from the edge that we got hold of it before it could flip back in.


Sable with Tammy Lucas, Gary Keimig and Tom Lucas and her 17 inch Brown! And Lucas' buddy, Tinker - who is more interested in the fish can then any thing else at the moment.

What a catch! And what a excited little gal! She had to take it to the gallery and show Gary the fish she caught at his bridge.

This morning I woke up to a beautiful rainy day. It really rained most of the night and all morning today. Have standing water everywhere. God did my irrigation for me!! Thank you, Thank you! Since have the second cutting of hay to do and was thinking I was going to have to do one more go on it when the rain came. I think it was enough to get me through to the haying. Hope it drowned the dang grasshoppers!