Now I’m pretty sure we drove to our Idaho destination, figured out a put in, then picked up the boat. Next we headed to what was supposed to be a campsite but our now infected with the plague friend Chris was determined to sleep in a motel, which he volunteered to pay for since he couldn’t convince neither Ryan or myself to fully commit to the idea on the first day of the trip. The DIY factor did not include hotel hopping the entire trip. So a good night sleep in a hotel we had, with a toilet that wouldn’t fully flush or a shower that slowly turned into a shallow tub of your very own dirty water. The beds were comfortable, the A/C and TV worked, plus they had Wi-Fi so who could really complain. I did get to sleep with Chris that night since Ryan was now starting to feel the power of Chris’s infectious plague and I am immune to the common cold since I deal with sickness on a daily basis at work. I don’t remember sleeping with stuffed animals but I remember having a shit-ton of them and I could imagine it was about the same as sleeping with Chris.
We were pretty close to the put-in so there was no need to get up at the ass crack of dawn and the float was not one that many do outside of the local population. Why I have no idea, I’m sure the Snake has days were you pass out from exhaustion from catching so many fish but from my experience this stream kicked it’s ass. It was fish on right from the start all the way to the end. If we would have hooked half of the fish we moved we would have broken world records on number of fish caught in a day. I’ve had days like this before with Ryan on the Watauga in TN but nothing like the size we found in Idaho. Two things are big in Idaho; their fish and their beards. I bet I saw 8 leprechauns and 12 Paul Bunion impostors walking around town. One of which we were looking for specifically to try and steal his gold that went unsuccessfully. We found his ride but apparently he was holding a F2A2 (Fly Fishing Addicts Anonymous) meeting in the basement of the store we tracked him to. I bet he was full of fly fishing gold.
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First off I have some fishing friends out there who in my book are more deserving of this honor than I am. Mitch, Chris, Dave, and especially Ryan without you guys I would have never picked up a fly rod or I would have without a doubt put them down a long long time ago. (I LOVE YOU WIFE.) Those relationships and memories are what life in general and especially this sport is all about…Catching something is just a bonus.
I don’t have a “Bucket List” but I do have a mental notepad full of fishing related desires. One of the things not on that list is now at the tip-pity-top, with a big X scratched threw it. To have a photo of myself on the cover of a fly fishing magazine was all but unthinkable until a few weeks ago when a phone call from Kent broke the news. It wasn’t until a few days ago that I got to see it for myself. If the picture was on the last page of south pole fly fishing magazine buried in a collage of hundreds of pictures that would have been fine by me. But thanks to Louis Cahill’s master Yoda photography skills and Kent Klewein’s coaching, I find myself gracing the cover of and a 2 page contents spread in Trout Magazine.
I am beyond excited and humbly thankful to the guys over at Gink and Gasoline, they are a BLAST to fish with. I’m not sure what exactly you have to do in order to deserve such a thing. I, not so simply, found myself in the right place at the right time, with the right people. I mean come on look at this guy a Loop jacket, Simms beanie, Redington waders, Korkers boots, Sage Reel, G-Loomis rod and a fishpond backpack I am a branding nightmare holding a fish that could have been easily swallowed by some of the monsters we caught in that river. Some fancy company didn’t send us there to shoot pictures, just a group of guys out fishing, although one of us just happened to be a successful wizard with a camera. Which is why I think this picture looks truly F^&#ing awesome. Anyone who thinks fly fishing is not a sport should go and park themselves in western New York, smack dab in the middle of a December freeze for 5 days of Steelhead fishing with a long rod. The cold was indescribable, everything froze. I literally had to crawl into the shower just to break free from the ice in order to get out of my boots and waders. All of this is why that trip deserved the most amazing pictures I have ever seen.
More pictures from this trip last year and this years trip which wrapped yesterday will continue to trickle out from time to time. Here are a few from last year that the Gink and Gasoline guys have put out. As you can see Trout Magazine chose their pictures for their needs. My favorite from the group below is Kents giant Steelhead grip and grin from up at the dam. Not that I’m arguing with their choice!!!
This has to be one of the snowiest and coldest winters we have experienced in the South. Chuckles the Botanist and I hit the river for a high water float during some craptastic weather. Here is a little video and eye candy for those stuck inside not getting to fish.