I know, it’s been awhile since I posted here. I have a legit excuse, really. I’ve been camping in the Mountains in a bubble where cell service is wishful thinking and the concept of Internet access is about as futuristic as the hovercraft car I thought I’d be driving by now when I was an 8 year old dreaming about the future. My previous few weeks have been a total and complete disconnect from one world and totally emerged in another…..
What was wonderful about the previous two weeks was my change in location. The river I had been fishing throughout the whole of May and deep into June isn’t exactly a vision of beauty and tranquility. As the salmon finally arrived at another river, the salmon fishing clan made a quick camp move and set up in the heart of beauty. Real Mountains that is…..with Pine trees and lush green everywhere. If they hadn’t closed the Salmon season unexpectedly on Friday, I could have stayed another few weeks.
This is it, the last grip and grin (a mile wide) salmon picture I’ll post this year. Gratuitous, perhaps, but it should illustrate why I’ve been gone.
I have to admit that while I was salmon fishing I took several breaks from casting for big fish and went back to my first love, trout that is.
I felt badly for the first trout that took one of my flies. I was so used to hauling back with a mighty roar to set the hook on salmon, that the first 8 inch trout to hit my little dry fly was launched like an airborn torpedo through the air.
Sorry little buddy!
Next on the fishing agenda—–Montana and Oregon, here I come……..