I'm coming to get ya!

I've finally figured out how to get my long-rider, the-farther-and-steeper-and-wilder-and-woolier-the-better, distance-trekking, Arabian-riding cowboy of a husband (a.k.a. Daniel Boone) to take a nice long rest on the trail ride we're planning in the Pecos wilderness this weekend. (Honestly, he and that hot-blooded vixen of his would excel at endurance riding.) Otherwise I will be so exhausted afterwards that I will not be able to move.

Solution: We're going fishing.

I found some very cool fishing poles that break down for carrying in a small, lightweight case (at Wal-Mart, $39.99). We're going to strap those puppies to our saddlebags and head up to one of the mountain lakes, where we will stop. For a good long while. And catch sleek fat trout. Or at least lounge on the shore and try.

Brilliant, huh?

What I haven't considered is how we're going to get the fish back down the mountain. Anybody have any ideas? I don't want my insulated saddlebags to get all fishy smelling. Maybe we'll just catch and release.