The annual Cast and Blast took place last weekend. It was way more cast than blast. Chukkar were few and far between for the second year in a row. Now bass were another story. We fished slow and a bit deep for those slippery crawdad eaters and were able to pull in a nice dinner's worth.
|My Steelhead, just before release.|
Our rogues' gallery was enough to scare even Jack Reacher: Steve Fitzgerald, Mike Fuhrman, Jim Fuhrman, Connor Fuhrman, Paul Harris, Jared, Nick, Rob, and bringing up the rear Mike Beckwith; A great group of guys that have fun and always pitch in with the camp and boat work.
|Paul Harris and Mike Fuhrman running Snow Hole Rapid.|
On the way down I floated into my favorite area just above the Rice Creek Bridge. There is a big eddy on river left that I never pass up fishing. I usually catch big rainbows in the foam line and I will always catch something there. This time was no exception. I was casting a light weight rod for bass and had a green twin tail jig on. I tossed it in the foam and let it sink. I felt a tug and set the hook. It was big, I could feel right away. I played it for quite some time and finally got it to where I could see it. It was a big rainbow and it didn't want to be caught!
|Paul and Mike in the tail out waves.|
After our meal everyone faded off and sprawled out on their beds which turned out to be about as far as anyone made it. Three of us stayed up until 9 PM, the others never returned. I guess the sun going down at 7 PM was invitation enough for them to hit the sack.
|Mike Beckwith in Snow Hole Rapid.|
We planned to stay at Maloney Creek but it was taken so we went on down through China Rapid to the beach across from Bent’s cabin. (River Mile 35) It was taco night and so we threw everything together and had a feast. We built a fire in the fire pan and once the sun set it only took about an hour before folks were off to bed.
Every morning I woke to laughter. This group got along so well there was never a time when someone wasn't laughing. As we sat on the beach everyone searched for deer and other game. Rob noted some otter swimming upstream. I ran and got my camera and was able to get a few good shots and then they were gone.
|Two Otter heads.|
|Group photo on the rocks.|
|Our beach camp looking Northwest in July.|
It rained for a while and then stopped, and then it rained hard for an hour, slowly fading away to nothing but a cool breeze.
|The same beach, same shot in September.|
There is nothing much to say about our trip down the Snake River. There was a big blow out of Cottonwood Creek that was cool to look at. (See the photo) and we were still following the burn down river right. Steelhead fever was in full swing and the jet boats were clogging the confluence. We saw several of those beautiful fish boated as we floated our way out to the ramp and our waiting trucks.
Great trip is all I can say. We would have enjoyed seeing and shooting more chukkar. It would have been nice to catch more steelhead. We are so lucky to be able to get on that river as much as we do; it is a gift.
|Contrasting colors of the river, bank and burn.|
|Down river of the burned hillsides.|
|Blowout of Cottonwood Creek on the Snake River.|