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Speywater Reprise

Can anything be too good to be true?  How about this?
Autumn Sunshine Daytime temps in the sixties  Nighttime temps upper thirties to forties New friends Old friends Smiles Sexy steelhead flies A big pull Steelhead Adipose fins A morning cup of camp coffee Incredible scenery Bright starry nights Full moon Sumac Bighorn sheep Bugling elk Canyon wrens Dippers October Caddis Campfires Dining by moonlight The last campout of the year A zillion things that I've forgot

My wife Jo and I floated and fished the Grande Ronde River with the crew from Speywater Guide Service last year.  Jo had such a good time that we decided to go back.  Hell, we had to, she bought herself a spey rod. She really had to twist my arm to go back.  Only kidding, I bought a new rod too! So, we re-booked the trip last December.  Flywater Travel arranges most of the trips.
The post from last years trip is here……so, I won't rehash the daily routine.
The why of the trip.  Of course, fishing is the primary reason…

Back….in more ways than one

We floated the Grande Ronde last year.  We had such a good time that we had to go back.  As per usual, it was an outstanding trip.  The weather was tremendous.  The country…magnificent.  Scott, Dax, Andy and the rest of the Speywater crew are the best.  I'll post about the trip once I sort photos.

Meanwhile, the drive from Lewiston, Idaho to Bozeman is …..well….pretty long.  Slow and windy along the Clearwater.  Then up along the Lochsa to Lolo Pass.  Then down along Lolo Creek and on to Missoula.  Two hundred miles or so of slow going.  We stopped frequently to stretch.

I hesitate to put labels on places.  But the Lochsa, in my opinion, may very well be one of the most beautiful rivers in the world.  I never tire of the long, windy, scenic drive (well, maybe yesterday while fidgeting in the car seat).  It may be where my ashes spend eternity.

The post title?  Well, my back crapped out, big time.  I wonder when I'll next pick up a fly rod.


Down The River

I'm not one to kiss and tell, but in this case I will, maybe just a little.  My wife and I just completed a float down the Grande Ronde River, a beautiful piece of water that flows through some splendid country.  It's not a wilderness trip, but there are moments when it seems so.

When we planned the trip late last winter (Flywater Travel arranged the trip and took care of the particulars), I was looking for a different experience to share with my wife.  The sublime days of autumn offer wonderful camping conditions.  What better way to spend a few days than by floating through the high desert while fishing for steelhead?

I was (and still am) a novice spey caster, Jo had no experience whatsoever.  Days before the trip I could sense the angst setting in.

"Do I have to learn how to spey cast if I want to fish" she asked.

"Well, uh, uh, of course not" was all I could manage.

Better yet, "do you think that I'll catch anything?"

Being a man of truth…