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.
It’s 13 ° Fahrenheit outside this morning at 8:00 am – just a bit too cold to start on the river. It’s snowing on the three feet of snow pack already surrounding the cabin we’re in. Okay, we’re actually staying at a house (I have definite ideals about “cabins” – they’re rustic looking and loggy). We’re at the north end of Ketchum and plan on fishing the Big Wood when it warms up a bit.