For years, my dad has been telling me about a magical fishing trip he had as a boy. They caught dozens of fish at Oak Creek on Boulder Mountain and he's been eager to get back for years. We have had this date circled on our calendars for months.
The trail up to Oak Creek was rough so we thought we'd have the place to ourselves, What we weren't planning on was the massive rain storm that came in a few days before we headed up and stayed there for most of the time we were there... We made a giant canopy and spent a lot of time getting warm by the heaters. and it rained a ton, mostly at night. In the mornings we spent time drying things out, but then had a great time shooting bows & arrows (Marshall got about 30 bulls eyes), bb guns, building a survival shelter, and slinging rocks into the water (sling broke and hit Bridger and McCoy in the face).
And now for the main event, the fishing! We spent HOURS trying everything all around the lake. Nothing worked. We didn't get a nibble the entire time, not one. The fish were all too well fed from the storm, but we still had a great time and are glad that we went.
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