Visitors

Sunrise at the Rock House this morning.

Craig and Kathy Bass, who bought our former home in Klamath are over for a bit of a desert fix. It was very nice of them to come and visit. Craig wanted to do some sight seeing as well as some fishing.

We went down to one of my favorite fishing holes on the Owyhee. It requires a quad ride down a fairly rough trail, but it was worth it. Craig got to catch some Small Mouth Bass, one of which was the biggest that I have seen. It was a bit more than 18 inches in length.

After we decided that we had a limit of Bass, it was time for some Catfish. We caught three or four, and I decided it was time to start cleaning them for our trip out. Craig soon had a nice one on his line. He got it up to the bank, and it was a monster. About 6 inches between the eyes. I told him to be careful, and make sure it was tired before he tried to get it on the bank. He soon decided that he wanted to hold it, so he drug it up on the bank and it spit out the hook, and started trying to get back in the water. Craig dived on it and somehow managed to miss all the barbs, but the fish didn't get back in the water. He wasn't about to let that one go.

Craig had lost his hook on his pole so he was minding mine while I filleted fish. I almost had to make him quit, because he kept catching more Catfish. I finally got ahead of him, so we gathered everything up and bumped our way out of the canyon.

I took the deep fryer out on the porch and we had some of the best tasting fish that there is, Fresh! I made a beer batter with Zataran's and Sour dough that was just right. We all ate till we were stuffed.

Then yesterday it was tourist time, I decided to show them the Prairie Falcon babies first.

This is how they looked when I first found them.

 This is how they look now

This is Mom keeping watch.

 Then we headed out to Jordan Craters for a picnic.

 It is reputed to be about 2500 years old.

Then our next stop was Birch Creek, a historic ranch bought by the feds and made into a ?park? It is comprised two ranches formerly established by a Basque Sheep herder and a West Virginia cattle rancher in the 1800's.

The top of the four mile hill down in there.

Our Picnic spot.

We had a nice lunch in the shade of an Elm tree. The dogs got to run around a bit and explore. I had four small "Baby Smoked Clams" and burped all the way home.