Where are the “minorities” in fly fishing?
Day 1 of Dan’s and Scott’s Desert Natives Fishing Trip: Idaho (fishing Bennett Creek and South Fork of the Boise) and driving to Oregon. Enjoy the adventure along with us.
Family vacation time, so Scott only fished a few hours. A couple of pictures were snapped, but that’s about it. This is just the latest butt-whooping from the fabled waters of Henry’s to be doled out to the Cutthroat Stalker.
Tired of the “super-size me” mentality of fishing? When stalking native trout, the size of the fish is generally not the main criterion for choosing which species or location to fish. In fact, size is often low on the list. Read 10 reasons to fish for natives.
Have you suffered from The Curse of the Quickly Caught First Fish? See Cutthroat Stalker’s take on this curse.
Background to Dan and Scott’s Desert Natives Fishing Trip along the northern edge of the Great Basin. Wherein you learn a little about the Great Basin and the main target of the trip.
The calendar proclaims summer. But snow is still on the peaks. Rain spits in fits of fury. Temperatures crawl toward seventy yet stop shy. Our never-ending spring continues. Rivers are high and turbid—I am low and torpid.
A potential break in the cloudiness presents itself and on pretenses of picking up sod to turf my yard, Dan and I make for Williams Creek.
Cinnamon Creek is fishing well. We got to take/teach a fly fishing newbie, Ken. It’s interesting how many things a seasoned angler just “knows,” but you have have to learn at some point, like drift.
What is it that can bring grown men to their knees, begging both boss and wife for permission to drop all vestiges of responsible adulthood and flee with abandon to River A for the hatch of all hatches? The Kryptonite Hatch!
Fly fishing alone in the early morning hours on Blacksmith Fork River is comforting and nostalgic.
Fishing small, out of the way tributaries, for native cutthroat trout.
Not quite the match-up as it was when Bobby Fischer and Boris Spassky met, but a fisher and fish match wits.
Some pictures to let you know I’m still alive. Fish pain and cruelty post coming soon.
Feeling blue about the brown water as I’m waiting for the flood waters to recede.
Fly fishing South Fork of the Boise River brings to mind that fly fishing to rising trout can be the best kind of frustration there is.