Gearing up in the motel room.... Dalt and I opted for warm beds this time of year. We have camped in late November before but never December and with wet weather in the forecast this hit the spot.
As we were unloading we saw a Tacoma pull up to the room next to ours with rods in the bed of the truck but it turns out they were bait fisherman with what looked like deep sea fishing rods. After exchanging hellos and a few stories we parted ways feeling better that they hadn't been fly fishing the river all day... But maybe wondering why they fished with such huge rods. Their stories were convincing and left us scratching our heads.. Maybe a 6wt wasn't enough????
Fished a new stretch today and the weather held up. We caught a bunch right off the bat and had several doubles on streamers. We then settled into 3 hours or so of walking without a single bite.
Gorgeous no matter what the weather/fishing is like.
Almost got stuck on the way out. The mud was so slick! Driving into the access in the morning while the ground was still frozen was no problem. Getting out in the late afternoon got our hearts beating. Once we finally got out onto the main road there were cheers of relief. There is virtually no traffic this time of year on this stretch of road....
Utilized the sweet Camp Chef at the trail head.
Caught a few big ones but nothing epic so to say.
On the way back to the truck the soreness started kicking in. Walking in the mud for four miles up and four miles back is different than dry ground. You are in a state of perpetual flex as not to slip on any given step. We both had close calls but finally Dalt had a good fall and snapped his Sage in the cork section. Thank God that Sage is a great company and will replace the rod for $50.00. We have both mentioned why buy a rod from any other company... Anyways, the march was a big one and we were both excited to be back at the truck and homeward bound.
First GoPro shots are on their way. Can't wait to get some more footage with the new camera...
Thanks,
Chris Giles
