November’s the month when you fully come to terms with how winter’s coming at you full tilt like a peterbuilt and all the frozen rivers and sub zero temps that come with it.
I've spent the past year thinking about returning to this particular river and was finally able to make it happen over the weekend hoping it wouldn't be an ice cube just yet.
Instead of being all excited about “getting grabbed”- It’s the kind of river where you instead look forward to the way your line will feel midway through one of its perfect swings runs, and how you will find peace in the complete solitude it offers.
We drove up late Friday night and got to our campsite around midnight. It was refreshing to see not one car had been down this two track in several days.
It got down to 11 degrees our first night, but waking up to this sight was worth tossing and turning through the cold night.
And when you wake up to a beautiful river; you make coffee, like you’re supposed to.
Eggs, bacon, and taters help warm you up as well.
Then when we got up enough courage we rigged up to hit the river
Unfortunately the cold persisted
We swung our flies in every deep run imaginable. Run’s that previously have given us fish, and runs that have not.
And we caught nothing.
So we did as you’re supposed to when cold and catching nothing- and that’s warm up with a fire.
This kind of fire.
And walk out before it gets dark on you.
We made a real fire and threw some white chicken chill on it.
And finished the first fire we started
We stayed up late and solved all the world’s problems.
..and gave ourselves such good hangovers the next day I only took one picture- and it was my walk back to the truck at the end of it.
It was a perfect weekend.