Greys river with the Stevensons

My wife and i, mom and dad, brother Tanner, and Pat and Erica and their kids: Haley, Sierra, Kendrick, Savannah, and Natalie, and last of all, Kents kids Doug and Chance. Wyoming is gorgeous and is worth the trip. We saw more than enough deer and i was stalked by a moose. We did a lot of dirt biking and four wheeling and had a blast. Never saw any bears. The weather was amazing and the bugs weren't as bad as we anticipated. The fishing was alright but if that was the main purpose of us venturing off to Wyoming that wouldn't have been worth it. But thankfully it wasn't our sole purpose and what ever size fish we caught, we were somewhat content. I did however catch the biggest and sadly it was a cutthroat only 16 and half inches. Pat is quite the fly fisherman but the fish were not in the mood for a fly. I just don't like fly fishing as much so i spend my stream time fishing with a spinning rod and develope my own stealth skills for catching the big boys. I refuse to use live bait. Too boring, and i think it is cheating. I like to horse the fish in cause that way you feel all of its weight and then some. With a fly rod, you kinda have to let them swim themselves to sleep or near death exhaustion and can never haul them in with such light tipit line connected to the fly. Breezy and i are quite the campers now. She can't stand when people want to go camping near public facilities. She can't stand complainers and people who don't tough it out. She is a southern girl who was raised on a lake and went camping on their own island for days. So, it's best not to complain about girly things with her or she will lay the smackdown. Thankgoodness for my sake she still acts lady like around me. And If Breezy ever did complain, i would have to establish my dominance and authority and lay the smackdown on her. She is not watching so it is ok for me to type this.