Floated a creek up north with a couple of friends. Only used mouse patterns. Had blue skies and a lot of fun.Life is better with dogs.Navigating the cold clear water.We caught lots of fish. They weren’t all this happy.
I am sorry if you have seen this already, but every time I watch it, it blows my mind. Maybe it is the fond memories of New Zealand, maybe it is that damselfly nymphs are my go to fly in still water, most likely, it is the orca like action of the trout. Enjoy:
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Nursing school starts in a couple of weeks. (I am only mildly freaking out.) We needed one last vacation before things get serious. We packed up the car and headed East.
Lando and I enjoying tea at our campsite in Idaho. The Lochsa River was only steps from the tent.Amanda slaying cutties in the rain. We stopped in Walla Walla on the way. We heard the fruit is delectable.
Amanda even let me catch a couple of fish. This was one of my favorites. He took a Rory made fly after a long cast.There was more than just fish when we made it to Missoula. Amanda with her humpy.
One supposed to be sunny day, I headed to my version of a country club. I pay an annual fee and get acces to a 100,000 acre tree farm. The logging roads that scar the area give me access to water that nobody else visits. Well, I rarely see anyone else.
The road ends, there is no cell phone reception and the maps are often outdated with roads washed out unexpectedly. However, with the current high flows, one can often hear the water from the road. You just have to get through what is left of the forest. Step one is to find the edge of the forest.The next step is to try and find small trails through these ferns and downed trees.
When you make it through the ferns and forest you might arrive at a spot that looks perfect for anglers. I arrived sweating, tired, not very hopeful. However, a few casts later and I told Lando that it was all worth it.
As the rivers continue to drop, this place will simply get better and better. My go to fly is a #10 yellow stimulator. I may tie some tomorrow morning and hit this spot again!
Normally, summer starts in August and lasts until September. But man, this has been one great way to start May.
Fishing from the beach with the Miyawaki Beach Popper.
Short sleeve cycling jerseys.Goslings get going at Green Lake.Boat Parades at “The Cut” near UW.
The first night, we stayed at the Twisp River Inn. It is right on the Twisp River which is currently closed to fishing.
That night, we stayed at a friends house. Everyone seems to have horses and dogs. There were as many dogs as people at Thanksgiving. The cats probably felt a bit like the natives during the original Thanksgiving.
We didn’t catch anything, but neither did anyone else I talked to. The hunt continues. Maybe I am being optimistic, but when I have to bonk a hatchery fish, I am going to make a Gyotaku print of it.