Got a chance to fish in Idaho this week. I haven't bought an Idaho license in 20 years, not since Brian Farmer and I went over on a lark and I ended up buying a Clackacraft. This week we floated the sections from Palasades Dam through the Canyon, a forty mile section that we did in two days. Henry loves floating. He behaves himself in the boat as long as there are no nesting geese to chase. We caught whitefish, cut throats, rainbow hybrids and browns. There are dozens and dozens of bald eagles in the canyon that swoop down and touch their talons to the river.
I'll be heading up to Alaska in a few weeks to fish for feeder kings like this one. But closer to home, The Cast, a monthly newsletter about fishing around Casper is gaining some momentum. You can check out the latest installment here: Visitor from the North.
That obscura you see in the background is Henry's leg. I'm trying to get him out more. He weighs 95 pounds and I don't know how that happened. This rain and snow might kill the mushroom harvest. Or it might make them pop up like crazy. We will see.
It's the end of the semester and I've come to the conclusion that I could just as well play old Sam Cooke songs to my students rather than going on and on about MLA rules and what to do in the case of three or more authors. The river is murky, and will remain murky. I deal in murk. And it helps a bit as the trout can't see your leader, or you and your dogs patrolling the riverbank. The hot fly is the brassie, in size 16. Don't make things more complicated than they already are. Do the right thing. There's no reason to fish with bead eggs or Squirmy Wormies. Got back to your roots. Tie on an actual fly, and get to work. Have a beer on the way back to town (but only drink while driving on the dirt roads). Find an Oldies station to guide you homeward. Am I advocating for breaking the law? Hell no. I'm advocating for simplicity.
I used to live in rural Kansas and this is the time of year we always looked forward to. To be In the woods as the first birds begin to sing, to hear the turkeys fly down off their roosts. I loved fishing for bass with my fly rod at the various church ponds. In the spring we caught huge bass and crappie. Here's two kids with their birds on opening day. Steve Schroeder sent me this photo of his son and his son's friend. .Next year I'm going back to see if I can get a tom myself.
The Cast, a fly fishing newsletter I am working on with VisitCasper.com has launched its newest feature, You can check it out here: The Cast I managed to get wild horses, Jim Harrison, and Chad Hanson all in the same piece.
We had a rare nice day this week. The winds were light and the temps soared to the mid 40s. I went out to the public access along the North Platte to try for an early season rainbow. I didn't move a fish. But the evening was nice and the dogs got a chance to stretch their legs.