Here is Dad and Ben at the start of the day.
Thanks "Dad" for such a great trip. I'll think of it often, as i anxiously await our return to such a special place.
After a little hole hopping, we ended up in some unfished waters, and the old man of the river struck hard and fast......out of no where Ben and I both looked up to see, yet again, Dad's rod doubled over and him fighting another fish!
It didn't take him long, and this little lady was at the bank, with my meat hooks wrapped around her tail. She was a beautiful fish and fought well. Once again, another wild steelhead, so......out come the pliars and a quick dehooking.
A little quick admaration of such a beautiful fish before she was then sent on her way.
Not 10 minutes later i hear warhoops comming from Ben. It was his turn to do battle. He did a great job, even if Dad and Brother Mark were full of lots of fish fighting advice. Ben reacted like a pro., and i'm sure bit his tounge due to all of our suggestions.
We got a quick "grip and grin" of Ben, and this pretty little lady was sent on her way too. What's that on Ben's head you ask? A camera, of all things. Yep, he got both dad's fish and his fish on video! Have to admit, as we watched it later that evening it was prettty darn cool! Hummm, fishing video's could be in the near future!
After that last fish, Ben was satisfied as we all were. Mission acomplished, over the course of the last 3 days we'd all caught a fish and had a great time. We ended up back at camp and had a good lunch and the decision was made to hang out and finish the trip off with a short hike down to the river from the camper. By the time it was deemed to go fishing, Ben was preocupied with building a fire and a bike jump so Dad and i headed off for the last witching hour of light to make a few last casts.
It didn't take long and once again i felt the surgeing headshakes of a fish and watched as it came to the surface. Only to have me gear come flying back to me. Leaving only a scale on my hook as proof that i had indeed had a fish on, which was to be the last of the trip.
Dad and I fished till dark. I just soaked up the peace and solitude that only a river can provide while makeing those last few last casts. Color faded to black and white, and the orange glow of the sun was about to disapear, as i snapped one last picture. My favorite picture of the trip.
I'll call this one "Old Man of the River"
Thanks "Dad" for such a great trip. I'll think of it often, as i anxiously await our return to such a special place.Signing off from the North
where rivers make things right in the world....and we catch a few fish too...which is nice!
Mark .....The Iron Skillet
We fished awhile longer here, and i managed to loose 2 fish, seeing both breifly. Guess i'm just a little rusty. We headed back to the camper for some lunch then a quick trip into town for some gas and ice and a plotting of where we should fish this evening. The river was on the clear and dropping meaning for some more promising fishing.
So, that ended day two of the trip. Just as we arrived back at the camper brother Ben arrived and we had a great dinner of fish taco's, cold beer and an evening filled with a lot of bullshit!
My next big task was mounting my other fish finder/gps to the one dad left in there. At first i was just going to run one unit, but the more i thought about it, the more i liked running two. Why run two you might ask? Well, now i can run one unit in full screen gps mode, and the other unit i can run in full screen fish finder mode. Overkill you might think? Naaaaa....we're talking man talk here......more is always better! The nice discovery was the placement of the new gps antena. Notice the "hockey puck" with the cord near the window in the picture below. A little Marine 5200 and she was glued in place recieveing a perfect signal, even with my hand placed over the top! (A good thing, to say the least)!
A little more "messing about" and i discovered this old lowerance bottom reader in the dash. Dad had told me it didn't work, but to my surprise with a little bit of "elbow grease" i got this one up and running again too! Here's the proof, sitting in the driveway, she's reading 2' deep........and right she is! 2' from the bottom of the hull to the ground!
Isa had a lot of fun today, She got to watch the movie Aladin up in the cuddy cabin, while i worked on the other stuff. I'd ask her quite often if she was done....and each time she'd say "nooooo dadda, i want to stay in the boat, we go fishing o'kay?". I told her this weekend, and i hope to keep my promise as long as the weather holds.
And last but not least, we had to mount "woody" up somewhere. He still likes his postion on the bow. So i Think with a few zip ties we can accomodate his request!
