Saturday, October 31, 2009
I took my buddy Brian on his first pheasant hunt today. He had to slog through the hunters ed class at 29 years old, listening to 12 year old display vast and deep knowledge of the hunting arts so he could come along and chase birds with Murphy and me.
Today, I wish I could say was full of birds. But alas, the pheasants weren't that cooperative. It feels to me that this years hatch sucked royally and bird numbers suffered. That's ok to me, I just have to steelhead fish more
But.....I think Brian had a good time
I might have ran him into the ground a bit....
Thursday, October 29, 2009
This week, I said goodbye to one hell of a friend.
Willow, our 14 year old lab, has found her never ending hunting fields in the sky. Willow really revolutionized how we went after upland game. As much as we like to say we taught her how to hunt, really she taught us.
Unending energy and a constant will to please really made her the complete companion. She threw us some extras too. Always willing to go fishing and not get lost, superb with the family….and at age 4, something really special. She started to point. Unusual but not unheard of for labs, it increased me and my fathers communication with Willow to the point when we hunted our pheasant grounds, we followed her, instead of her following us.
She hunted for 11 years, and hard. Towards the end, her body failed her. Back hips, unable to control her bodily functions…but….her spirit was there. You could still bend down, whisper in her ear….”where’s the birds” and her tail would sway and she’d let out a bellow. She wanted to, but just couldn’t any more
So here’s to you willow. Always remembered, never forgotten.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Fall was in it's full glory this weekend on the Methow. Everything clicked. The fish ate, ate and ate some more. PBR has officially been crowned as my steelhead beer of choice. The Million Dollar run continues to produce and catching fish on the first cast of a trip finally wasn't a kiss of death.
The highlight of the weekend. Watching my buddy Chris hook into a monster, and after the battle.....he shook like a leaf with buck fever. All I could do was smile
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
After the 300th cast swinging the spey through a nice run on the Grande Ronde....that phrase rose the hackles on my neck.
I wheel around to see what my dad was yelling about, and all I could do was laugh.
Dropping the anchor on his snap T too close to his body, he ended up with a less desired result in his cast. He now was dabbling in ear piercing.
I watched him gingerly exit the river and onto the bank. Rod in one hand, line in the other to help relieve the pressure on his ear. I again couldn't stop giggling like a 12 year old girl
Hey....I've hooked myself a few times. Its bound to happen to all of us. I am just glad I had my camera ready
We did manage some GR fish over the weekend, but the weather wasn't that cooperative. Back at it soon, and the fire to fish for steelfaces continues to burn white hot
Friday, October 2, 2009
Strip strip, strip...set the running line to the left hand. Lift overhead, drop the anchor. Rip it around your body...let your hands draw above your head...just slightly above your head
Pause, only for a bit
Then let the dogs loose. Fire the line and watch your fly "plop" down in the running water
Mend, Mend.....and let the current draw your fly across the channel...
and then it happens
and FINALLY, you bring your first swung fly spey rod fish to hand...
God I love this....