Fishing the Local Option

by Rebecca on November 5, 2009

in Fly Fishing

~ Dad and I, Photo Credit of course, goes to Kaitlyn~

~Nov. 1st '09: Dad and I, Photo Credit (of course) goes to Kaitlyn~

On Sunday my Father, my daughter Kaitlyn and I went down to our local river for a leisure afternoon of fly fishing and fall gazing. I would have posted a picture of the few fish we caught, but once Kaitlyn snapped a couple of  Bandon the Bashful dog and a couple of Dad and I, we got the fabled “warning: Battery exhausted” screen and that put an end to that option. That moment of failure also inspired this entry on Monday. ( P.S. huge thank yous for all the advice offered up, it was needed, helpful and I have no doubt photography in my little world will improve)

In my town a river runs through it. I live in Boise Idaho and the river is aptly named… the Boise River. I know, jump back, our originality astounds you. It’s an unassuming river that meanders straight down the middle of our city. I happen to find it convienant and find myself stealing time over on it’s water quite a bit. The fact that it’s 5 minutes from my house could have something to do with it’s appeal.

On my local river you’ll find pan sized trout with the occasional “hey, that’s a biggin!”  It also plays home to my nemesis…the White Fish and local folklore suggests there are huge Browns lurking around. (If there is such a possibility in our humble little local river I’m not sayin a word, not a single word. You could torture me with barbed hooks and I still wouldn’t confirm or deny this myth.  but I will say, they are fabulous)

I’m mentioning my local flair today because for several years I ignored what was right in my own backyard. Back then, if I went fishing, I went fishing….away, out of town, down the highway or up the hill. Fishing meant a trip, even if it was just for a day or a mad dash afternoon. Fishing is a sense of freedom so perhaps having the wind in my face as I drove to a destination sort of shored up that concept.   

But sometimes I found myself stuck, in town, mopping because I couldn’t sneak away. It was my dad who took the proverbial fish and smacked it upside my head. I believe the phone conversation went a bit like this:

Pouting Me:  This has been such a rotten day, I wish I had time to go fishing.
Dad: Just go over to the Boise River and fish there. It’ll take you 5 minutes to get there.
Stunned Me: Huh? That river? Seriously?
Dad: Yes Rebecca, the fish in that river that will bite a fly just as good as a fish out of town.
Amazed Me: Umm, well, I guess I could try……..

So I did it. Dragging my feet in the dirt, skeptical and acting totally put out for being demoted to the local river. In defence of my poor attitude, I think I’ve realized it somewhat parallels the concept of why do people walk up to a water way and do their best to cast out to the middle or the other side of a river. It must be a general idea, that the best fish are always farther away…….in all principles.

Bandon the Bashful and I

Bandon the Bashful and I

I hope everyone has a local option that can tide them over between intentional fishing trips. A place that welcomes them despite the 5 minute notice and  they can visit with nothing more than a rod, and perhaps good company.

For me that place is the Boise River with it’s average trout, annoying white fish and mythological Browns. The place that ensures I can still participate in regular life and fish every single day if I so choose…



{ 8 comments… read them below or add one }

RobNo Gravatar November 5, 2009 at 12:47 pm

That’s really cool. i just thought everyone fished their local waters too….between trips that is.

i didn’t realize that a river should be called anything original. Here in Florida, they’ve named rivers after native American words that make them unpronounceable, so folks usually say “Yep…went up by Chiefland to fish the river” or something like that. Or, in my case, i’m 5 minutes away from about 2 dozen saltwater locations to choose from….

Since i know nothing about Idaho besides Boise and potatoes, i’ve got nothing….



MelNo Gravatar November 5, 2009 at 3:33 pm

Twenty some odd years ago, I used to live over in Nampa. I found myself fishing the Boise River from Eagle into town quite a bit. Always enjoyed the time and the serenity. Yes, I said serenity. It was hard to believe there was a bustling community just a few yards away. Thanks for helping me recall those times.


KirkNo Gravatar November 5, 2009 at 11:40 pm

Once in a while we just need to stop and smell the roses. Or fish the waters right under our noses. Nicely scribed, again. Wish I had a river like yours within 5 minutes of my house. Oh, wait- I do!


Marc ReindellNo Gravatar November 6, 2009 at 7:11 am

Good post, makes us all realize that opportunity to enjoy the things we love to do are every where, and can be found in our own backyard, not just in some far off or exotic sounding location.

Good lesson here, life is short, enjoy it while you can!



wandering owlNo Gravatar November 6, 2009 at 9:05 am

It is really nice to have places to go that are close. I feel lucky in that respect also, but I sure love dream of going to some far off place and soak in some different scenery!


Zach LazzariNo Gravatar November 7, 2009 at 2:09 am

The Boise is awesome. You have some great waters out the backdoor!


Dan/DadNo Gravatar November 10, 2009 at 10:50 pm

Fishing the Boise river has always been special. I think of all the camping/fishing trips away with less success then within five minutes of my house. The Green Belt with bicycles/walkers and Floaters rafting down the river during the summer, can be distracting but still worth fishing. There’s always comments and the main question, “did you catch anything”. Fish and Game plant stealhead at various points on the river so if you want, you can also go for the big boys. If nothing else its down right beautiful the whole length of the river from Lucky Peak Dam through the city of Boise.


RebeccaNo Gravatar November 11, 2009 at 9:36 am

You described it perfectly Dad! I’m just glad you convinced me it was worthy of trying when I was being stubborn about seeking fish elsewhere. One of my favorite parts about fly fishing now are the days you and I, sometimes Kaitlyn, sneak over to the Boise River right here in town. Definetely some of my fondest times and memories~


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