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Continuing Down Memory Lane: Lets See U Try This!!!

28 Dec

Part 1:

One of the 2 ridiculously rewarding things we did this trip was after the 1st day float, when we hopped off the stream early to go find and set-up camp.  It was Labor Day weekend so we were pretty unsure whether or not there was a camp site anywhere in the state of Idaho.  After passing a couple camps that looked like party central Ryan made one of his many executive decisions (it’s always good to have a decision maker and he has done right in the past) to push on up the mountain and see what is available away from the river.  We ended up finding a great site as far as camping goes that was close enough to a stream that we could fish that evening before calling it a night.   Well, we were all jacked up about fishing, since this was a fishing trip, that we set up camp and immediately hit the stream.  Now by hit the stream I mean if you would have fallen you would have literally hit the stream.  Since this 1/2 mile distance from camp to stream was straight down hill and by hill I mean mountain and by straight I mean a wide path of loose rock straight down the hill to the river.  We debated for a few minutes if whether or not the walk back out was going to be worth it or not, but the only way we would ever know is to nut up and go for it.  The walk down wasn’t all that bad, I think we all lost our footing at least twice, nothing was broken except for a good sweat.  Where we ended up looked like one endless rapid, as far up as I could see and eventually as far up as I cared to walk, actually it got faster the farther up I walked.  Like we saw from above it was a beautiful section of water and awful fishy looking.  But it was way to fast to get out into any of the current breaks, but fishing the seams closer to the bank did turn out to be somewhat productive for all of us.  I would guess we landed 20-30 fish between us all in the 2-3 hrs we fished, I know Ryan got into a good pocket way down stream and Chris and I eventually found a couple good runs, but this was a stream that was primed for a good float.  Hence the wide path straight off the mountain I would assume.  I couldn’t imagine roping a raft or anything off that mountain.  The fishing must have been other-worldly at some point in time for that path to be there.

The only thing worse than the walk in was of course the walk out.  I bet it took me 45 min to an hour to walk out.  Chris having the build and stamina of a small mountain goat beat foot to the top rather quickly and I think he tried to start a rock slide down to Ryan and I who paced ourselves together just incase one of us decided to give up and let nature have its way with us back down at the bottom of the hill.  I don’t think either of us would have put out a helping hand if Chris would have rolled by us.  Regardless of it’s torturous walk we made it back to camp in one piece and we brought plenty of picture perfect trout to hand once again.  Would I do it again??  I would think not but who knows, you know how that fishing sickness can get you to do things you body or mind would not normally attempt.


Pass the TOmato Juice….I’ve been Skunked!!!!

21 Feb

The smell of skunk still lingers and it will take at least until the next trip for the smell and thought of getting skunked to air itself out from the mind, body and soul.  I’m even considering a Intravenous transfusion of Tomato Soup to help speed my recovery.  I can’t recall the last skunking that I took on a trout stream, but from what I do recall of it I think it came from this same stream a few years back.  Don’t get me wrong about the NBP, it’s a beautiful stream and a great float trip.  The upper and lower sections both are plentiful with trout in the wild and stocked varieties.     

Despite getting punched in the face by Mother Nature’s occasional gale force winds and then getting kicked in the NUTS by Mr Trouts lack of cooperation, it was a good trip as far as company and a comfy boat ride goes.  Blue bird skies, warm temps, good food, cold beer, plenty of laughs, a 2 day old fresh stocking of fish, no problems with the boat, or running shuttle (thanks to JMM).  We did have a few chasers and a take or 4 here and there but nothing to hand.  Personally I blame it on Teddy for;  1.  Not drinking any of the beer I brought (wife probably told him he couldn’t).  2.  Spending 99.9% of the trip on the Lean-Bar (see reason 3).  3.  Rowing the boat around like a 1 armed kid with turrets syndrome scaring the shit out of me  (was his first time).  So basically like I said I blame 90% of the skunk on Teddy and around 10% on myself, but I’m sure I can think of ways to lower that 10% (CFS drop from 680 to 370 less than 24 hrs of our arrival and water temps in the 37-40 range).  

STOP HERE if you expect to see anything of the Trout variety below…………’s not all about the fishing…….or is it???   

On the Road to Shangri-La.

Yet did we know that smell was not only from the plant but from the skunking we were about to get.

The Prius gives birth to the Nanner.

Access to Shangri-La.

Locked and Loaded.

Famous "Is this thing on?" GoPro camera picture. Anyone who owns a GoPro gets at least 4 or 5 of these a trip.

The first stop.

Teddy playing the Re-Rig Game.

Your's truely after rowing a class 8 rapid.

Picture perfect section of water that usually produces 15-20 trout.

Lunch time with Mr Mountain House

Built in Prius Rod holder.

The End

Not So Secret..Secret Weapon

25 Dec

Freshly Tied SteelHead Crack ready For Sale.

Yes he CAN fish also.

1st Steel on the Spey

The Hulk with another Large Specimen.

Another Visit to the Bronze Cafe

21 Jun

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Another day carp hunting turned into another day left empty-handed but educated on those feisty FREDS.  They day was not a total loss since the mighty bronze were hungry as usual.  I spent the majority of the day driving back and forth from bridge to bridge trying to spot tailing carp from the higher vantage point and plot out my plan and path of attach.  The water was still a little to muddy to spot the mud wakes from stream level, having a spotter up high on the bridges would have been key.  Like having someone poling a flats boat and playing spotter.  Another superb day on the stream, not another angler in sight.  I still keep forgetting to tye up some Snicky Snicky Ghar Gar flies……those things are everywhere and ferocious.







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Some new creations for the new fly boxes.

Sunday Shorts: Pirates of the Flats

20 Jun

Every Sunday we will be posting some of the Fly Fishing Media Noir found on the web of worldwide fly fishing madness.

06/20/2010:  Trailer for the upcoming fishing series Pirates of the Flats which will air on ESPN2 in January. The show stars Tom Brokaw, Michael Keaton, Thomas McGuane, Yvon Chouinard, Lefty Kreh and Val Atkinson as they fish for bonefish in the bahamas.

Bronze Bonanza-Extravaganza!!!

19 Jun

After scrapping plans to head south, thanks to my wifes work schedule changes, I headed to the local Bronze watering hole.  Set up the old 8 weight in hopes of battling some monster carp, small mouth, suckers, and some snicky snicky Ghar Gar.

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There were plenty of bronze lips kissed and set free, but no other species were brought to hand.  I still can’t remember to bring Snicky Snicky Ghar Gar flies with me when I head to these spots, sad because they chased streamers left and right.  The water was still a little off-color to fish for carp, although I did find a monster 30-35 incher mudding just off the bank where I entered the water.   I set myself up to swing in a crayfish pattern, my first cast swung short and the second swung right into his mud bath but when I though he took wasn’t when he took and my set only scared him off to the opposite bank into deeper water where Couldn’t see him mudding.   The bass were active all day taking topwater hoppers and buggers of all sizes and colors.  Just like Arnold “I’ll be Back.”


Tuesday Rationalization: Snout Soup

17 May

05/17/2010:  I know today is reserved for Tuesday rationalization, but we ain’t gotta rationalize shit when we get to fish.  That means our rationalizing is working.  Now on to the fishing.  I chose the title Snout Soup for my beloved brother-in-law, because I know how much he loves to hear the phrase “Snout Soup”.  Anyone who is anything of a fly fisherman in or near West Virginia knows of the Elk river and it’s infamous annual “Snout Soup” dance of the mayflies.  And no there is no dancing nor is anyone eating actual fish snout soup, although it is good….very good.  I’m going try to keep my storytelling to a minimum because I know none of our readers could possibly have a very long attention span (Nymph-O get your hand out of  your pants and finish looking at this post!).

The primary objective:  Catch Trout

Secondary Objective:  Film and Photograph Trout

Objective Outcomes:  Success

Great day on the water till about 5pm with the masses started to accumulate, in which i’m sure are there usual spots.  Rocks were piled up into chairs and the fishermen sat, waiting for the mayfly dance to happen.  Kinda like sitting away from the stage at the tittie bar just waiting for the good-looking girls to dance.  Ugly, small, short, fat, smart, stupid it doesn’t matter, get off your ass and pay homage.  

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