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.
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.
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.
Salmonfly hatch in progress on the Blacksmith Fork River, Utah.
Well, plenty of caddis, (all the fuzzy tan things in the air)
The caddis are swarming fast and furious on Utah’s Blacksmith Fork River. And the water is high and brown.
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.
Fly fishing Idaho’s Big Lost River is a great spring trip.
The air was heavy. Literally pressing down into the valley. The snow-covered ground doesn’t absorb any radiant heat. It’s a cycle: fog and pollution combine to block the sun’s rays and what little makes it through is not enough to melt the snow or warm the ground. Temperatures only get into the mid-twenties on the [...]
When I woke up yesterday morning, I wasn’t quite as excited to go fishing as I had been the night before because the temperature was an icy 6° F. But there was an excellent sunrise to the east: Bear River Mountain Range:
Our last foray into Idaho this year? Quite possibly. It didn’t start too well. I swung by Dan’s house as I was heading home. He was putting siding on his shed and I honked. He swung toward me and grazed a finger across the chip board (wafer board), thereby skewering the middle knuckle of his [...]
Last Friday (Ocotber 17) and Saturday (October 18) saw Dan (for long-time readers, that’s Talking Bull) and I plying the waters of the forked Snake. Kevin (from The Cutthroat’s Spot) was kind enough to give us some insider information (he lives ten minutes from the South Fork—lucky bugger!) on the river. We heeded his advice [...]