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Saturday, October 24, 2015

River Report: Too Big For Your Britches

I made it to the river early this week. I slid down the bank on a well-used deer path and waded in for a go at some steelhead.


I shared the river with a couple of muley does who were finding respite from the ongoing stress of the deer season. Me, too; all in all I'd rather be fishing the river while hunters are roaming around Trout Lake.


I worked the Bridge Run thoroughly. I caught a fish. He was the definition of "too big for your britches." You gotta love a fish like that.


There was more Chinook activity than the last time I was here. It looked much more like old times.


I backtracked under the bridge and headed upstream to the Glide.


I fished some riffles and runs on the way, but the only fish I saw were defunct salmon.


I worked the Glide over pretty good. But no fish.


It was dusk, and getting dark fast, when I reeled in, crossed the river on a gravel bar, and started my wade downstream to the bridge.


Halfway back I located another well-worn deer path up the bank and clambered out over the roots and stones into an open field.


It was an easy walk back to the truck--on solid ground rather than through the dark, rocky river.


I decided that was my best move of this trip to the river. But I'll be back.

1 comment:

  1. You gave it the good old "college try". Maybe next time.

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