Sometimes the river is very cold, lately around 5 degrees celsius. On these days lighting a lunch fire is a fabulous thing. It can be hard to find good firewood by the fiver, so the other day we just lit tumbleweeds on fire and they produced four foot tall columns of flame. Awesome.
Sometimes there are big muddy holes along the river. Sometimes we fall in them.
Yum, fresh bass. We have to remove non-native fish we find, and what better way than to eat them whole?
Fish get into places you'd never imagine. So to sample, we have to crawl down storm drains, through irrigation ditches, and so on. 
During breeding season, the speckled dace gets bright red lipstick markings... the male speckled dace that is. 
This bullfrog was found dead in the river. He was snuck into a backpack as a joke and carried several miles down the river, carried in the bed of our truck over 20 miles of dirt roads back to the office, thrown on the windshield of one of our cars...It's incredible how entertaining a dead bullfrog can be when you're freezing cold from being in the river.
Three happy fish techs and one happy chub.
1 comment:
Jan,
You are having too much fun, I thought this was work.
Your friend looks like he fell in the mud hole with his laptop.
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