- Fri Feb 21, 2014 9:19 pm
The next morning is cold and blustery, and Lisa joins me. Besides her rod, I see her pack a book in her back pack. It's a particular blessing for me that she's as happy sitting in the sun reading a good book and watching me fish, as she is fishing herself.
We spend a few minutes with our friend, Kuppy, while Juan (the guide) get's Bill situated downstream in a run with a small ledge. A spot where good fish from the pool below will feed on nymphs until the sun climbs higher and flies start to hatch. It doesn't take Bill long at all...
A nice chunky rainbow!
I go back to Kuppy and hang with him, while while Lisa sits in the sun and reads. Kuppy catches a few and cuts me loose. "Go fish," he says with a smile.
We'll why not? I look upstream, and Lisa has vanished. I poke my way upstream for a hundred yards, and as I'm beginning to wonder about where she is, I hear her whisper. "If you're not careful, you're going to spook a nice fish." I sneak up to her, and she points out her prize.
Lisa has this one staked out, but refuses to take the shot. "He's all yours," shes says. "I'm at a really good spot in the book."
She doesn't fool me, of course, that's just the way she is. I pick one of my favorite dries and sneak into position.
The fish rises to the first drift... and refuses. But, not the second.
It's a nice little rainbow, and he gets out into the current and runs down stream, but comes to hand.
Lisa's finally ready, and I set her up in a riffle swinging one of P-A's soft-hackles. Every cast... not big fish... but lots of action.
Before we know it, it's time to head back for a glass of wine and lunch. The weather is tough, but breaks in the clouds light up the rose bed in front of the lodge.
Lunch is served...
After lunch and apple pie for dessert...
Lisa makes the call... she's in for a massage and a nap. I'm on my own for the afternoon.
I have a few minutes to kill before we leave, so I wander up to the bar and look over the hand-forged knives that are on display. I know... I know, I need another knife like a whole in my waders. Still...
I hang with my buddy Kuppy and, Ronnie, the manager of the operation. Kuppy is having a great afternoon; doing everything right, and it's a pleasure to watch.
The wind is tough, and we head back a bit early. It's Super Bowl Sunday... and we're going to do it right!
Happily, tomorrow's another day...
"Why in the fuck did I miss this place? It's like missing a raging case of the clap."
"Make it matter, fuckos." jhnnythndr
" Herre jävlar vilka fiskar!!" P-A
"I'm no saint though, nor a judge. Rock that shit good and hard, and on your way out, wipe your dick on the curtains." - Kyner