My Dad and his family are legendary fisherman. This picture was taken in 1934 with a "small"
catch. I'm sure they were caught either on the Provo River or at Strawberry(My cute Aunt called me yesterday and told me she's pretty sure this photo was taken on a trip to Yellowstone in the mid 30's, Thanks Antie, love you). As a small child
the only place I remember fishing was Strawberry, a large lake in the Wasatch Mountains. In the summer it is hot and there are "No" trees in my child mind closer than a mile to the water.
Most extended family reunions are still held there. I don't go. But I love this picture and
I love the taste of mountain trout. My Mom would bottle fish in a pressure cooker and the bones would dissolve and they tasted like salmon. My Dad and Uncle Shirl loved to ice fish right up until the week he passed away.
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