Okay, some times you feel like a nut. This crappy little image is of a sign that's posted in one of the angler's huts at DePuy Spring Creek, Montana (click on it and the fine print may be readable).
I drove over the hill a couple of weeks ago and picked up a winter pass. That was the extent of the foray. I was in no shape to fish. After a brief stretch on one of the picnic tables, I drove home. I'm hoping to get back soon. The pox is with me.
I'll keep this brief while I continue to sort trip photos for a post. We spent a night in Orofino, Idaho while en route to the Grande Ronde. While there, Jo and I had supper at a Chinese Restaurant. After an ample meal, it was time to pay the bill. The requisite fortune cookie also appeared. Mine said……
Boats and water are in your future.
Amazing! How did they know that we were going on a float trip?
We hit the road early the next morning. It's only a couple of hours from Orofino to the Ronde. That left Jo and I with a full day to putter around on our own before heading out with the Speywater crew. We got in a few casts and practiced slipping around on the rocks. Here are a few pre float photos.
While waiting in the exam room at the doctors office yesterday, I found this in a book about laughter and medicine…….
The definition of confidence is going after Moby Dick….. with a rowboat, harpoon, and….a jar of tartar sauce!
My back says …enough sitting for now…..I'll be ba…
On this particular day I set out hoping to find some rising fish. It was a beautiful evening, calm and overcast. But alas, there were no bugs. So I was content to roll cast streamers on a short leash. The browns were willing.