Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Lando » Tue Sep 19, 2017 11:24 pm

When is the cool shit going to happen?
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Fri Sep 22, 2017 8:37 am



Apologies, fellas. Was waiting on Sakonnet, but it appears he is steeped in salt water.

Day 9.

The day started as usual - getting lit up for sleeping in. This time, with a get-the-fuk-outta-bed-we're-already drinking-and getting ready to leave-wakeup-call, courtesy of our host.

CE and BigTimber secured lunch, and Hagen supervised ample oat soda provisions on a trip to town. The cold fried chicken lunch continues on.

The commute today was much shorter, so we hitched up for the first time. Elevation was a idling factor we learned, but we managed.
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River was in fine shape. Locals were harassed. Some of us even went swimming. The company and the scenery did not disappoint.
The fires were present. So foreign to Eastern Flatlanders. I haven't gotten over it.
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With some direction and coaching from Lando and The Young Lass, I took a respectable turn on the sticks. This time without herbal enhancement. This was real rowing, not that lazy river bullshit back east. And it was fun.
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Boat of Bens
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We finished the day with Heero's Smoked Pork BBQ Burritos.
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Ben wasn't hungry after dinner this time.

NOTE: we caught a bunch of fishes, and had a damn good day on the water. Sorry, but have to defer to Saks for the feesh pics. Wasn't my department.

I'd like to think that this was a normal western river day: friends, beautiful scenery, wily troot fishes, whities, fried chicken, beer, tweed, and laughs. I sure had a swell time.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Mon Sep 25, 2017 12:18 pm



Day 10

We were down a boat with Heero heading home. So Saks and I didn't mind staying back to do the walk and wade into a meadow stream we heard so much about. We found it rather unremarkable, and choked with cottonwood bank to bank. It is possible that we didn't hike far enough, but after seeing fresh local signs, we decided to find another place.
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With more specific intel on how far/where to go, we could hit it up again. This place was renovated in the last fire. The standing charcoal was haunting, and the wild flowers were reassuring.

Back to the bigger water. Dnymph called and said, we're parked. Come on down. There's river access. And Lando said he wants to take you guys on an afternoon float. We went down to see what was happening. Lando's landlord was getting embarrassed by the Lass, who was lighting up fish, and CE made a lasting impression of his own blazing up some Colorado Green. The seated District Attorney was not pleased by either display.

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The flotilla slipped past us, and Lando asked if I could meet them at the take out in 45 minutes to haul the Lass' raft back to the campsite. No problem man. We'll just stay here and slay until then.

I got down to the ramp, and found out that I just missed the game warden who was checking papers. Shucks. That's weird. Wonder who called that in?

Lando: I want to take you guys back up and do that float again. What do you think?
Me: That's awesome and generous of you. Are you sure? You just did that float.
Lando: I insist.
CE: You definitely want to do this. Best fishing of the Luau. Go.
Lando: Yes you do. Go pickup Saks, and lets go.

Ok, then. Within a half hour, we were dropping in at the put in. And CE was absolutely right. It was incredible fishing.
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The fish of the trip, likely a world record. Wish I had a better pic.
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This was the western fishing in my mind. Fast river descent. Fish doing what they are supposed to. Mend that shit. MEND! Mend before you think you have to. Cast here. Cast there. At one point, I got a double. One on the dry, and another fish took the dropper. Landed them both. I wish I had that pic. Eventually we made it back to where we'd park for the night. What an afternoon.

Thanks, Lando. You are one heluva guy. Thanks, not only for a great day, but for all you do for the Luau. Glad to know you, dood.

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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Mon Sep 25, 2017 12:25 pm

One quick add: so we park the boat for the night, and get eaten alive by mosquitos. Never in my life have I experienced mosquitos like this. We couldn't find the path out (10 yards away, by day), so ended up busting brush to get out of there. The entire time under full assault by the bloodsuckers. They were so bad, that they followed us to the campsite, and were our uninvited guests for the evening. Everyone was so happy with us. Fuk.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Mon Jan 15, 2018 8:05 pm

Time to fire this thing back up.

Found a free image hosting site: postimage.org Switching to this before photofucket catches up with me, disables my links, until the required Wonga gets posted. Going to try a test post before laying out the whole day.

We said our goodbyes and thank you's to our host. It was indeed some very nice days. Thanks again, Lando. This year, let's have a bullet catching contest. Old west style, using only one's teeth. That new fancy author, can go first.

Onward to our next destination. We started our descent to a desert floor. It looked like something out of a scene from Star Wars. Hotter and dryer than Nevada. Someone flicked a cig out the window, and started a blaze. The fire brigade was set in motion. Fortunately, it was contained.

Finally we started to climb in elevation.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Tue Jan 16, 2018 8:25 am

Seems things are working just fine, however, there is no mobile phone app for postimage.org

Day 11

We had breakfast at some really busy diner. It started with a guy who couldn't park a pickup truck. In a cowboy town. A fight ensued with his wife. There was a round table, and a ringing in my ears. Lando, Lass, Hagen, and Joe were already there. Breakfast was spirited. This was our last ditch in civilization for a few days, so we hit the fly shop to get matching hats (le ghey), more unused tackle, and load up on groceries, beer, and spirits. We said goodbye to Lando and Lass for the 3rd time today.

About high noon, we turned north and started heading up the pass. Man it was hot, but the PS did real good. Slow and steady.
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Yinzer Ben took some cool shots. These are his. The guys were really nice about waiting for us, as we chuffed along.
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More up, just around this bend.
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Finally, we reached the top.
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Out in that valley, is a desert basin. Crazy how big it was. Equally as crazy, was at elevation, this place looked like a lush, valley. Full of life and green as fuk. There were also cows. Lots of cows.
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This is a really high elevation for me. It really hit hard. Making camp, I could barely catch my breath. Simple tasks required a siking up to get through. My guts start to roll, and I barely made it to the pit hole. Not once, but several times. The hills were alive with the sound of music. You get the point.

The Boys had a really nice, full size SUV. So we hopped in with them to go fishing that evening. Don knew this water well, and told us of his trip with Thunder and Mitch. I'm feeling like shit, so didn't take any pictures. Everyone got suited up, and I shit in the cottonwood. Again, and again, and again.

Once I felt better, I was short on time. So I jumped in the first pool at the access. Mitch's Pool it was learned later. With a dry dropper, a whoopin was put on those pune troots.

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This continued for a few hours. The general skool of thought is to get as far away from the access points as possible. Everyone parked at the lot did this. I'm now not convinced, as more troot were caught 10 yards from the access, than I thought could possibly live there. Bear in mind, there's not any doubt the only ones I touched were the dumb ones. How many smart ones could there be?....

The fellas got back. I shat in the cottonwoods again, for olde tyme sake, and we headed back. Dinner was whipped up. I fired down some big league amounts of water, and went to bed without eating. Elevation sickness sucks. Enjoy dinner. See you doods in the morning.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Mon Jan 22, 2018 10:03 am



Day 13

You guys are really riveted, I can tell.

Woke up to the smell of camp coffee on the fire and bacon frying. Slept okay, but woke up several times gasping for air. So weird.
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Porno Mike sets a nice table.
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We went fishing.
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I'm sorry, guys. This one lives on.
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This is a significant fish. And I honestly still can't believe that JZ could form a smile. This was a life lesson for me.
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This river wasn't the pastoral meadow stream. Don't get me wrong, it was cool. Its that it was choked with Cottonwood, and there were moose and cows hiding behind every turn. The way to negotiate, was in the stream. This is problematic, for several reasons. We arrived at an access point, and Saks wanted to shoot some pics from elevation. "Go down there and stick a cutthroat so I can get some pictures." I amble down, and proceed to flog the water to no avail. I wave, and say I'm working down stream, and will catch up with you later. The next time I saw my friend, I was sitting on the bank, watching 3 very large cutthroat rise in tight lies. This is what we came for.
I say to Saks, "How was it up there?"
He mumbles, "Not good."
"Why is that?", I say.
He says, "I lost my balance, fell in, and the fancy patagucci roll top dry bag leaked, and I ruined 2 camera bodies, and 3 of my favorite lens. They are laying out on the bank upstream. I don't want to talk about it. Let's fish."
(I know this equipment was spendy, more than what was spent on the Prairie Schooner all in. I'm sick to my stomach for my friend, and honestly thought this was a catastrophic occurrence that will effectively end the spirit of this trip. Thank goodness I was wrong).
So we fish.
Saks brought along a rod/reel combo from his early days of fishing. Back when 0 weights were all the rage. Vintage, short, light line, Sage, matched up with a tiny Hardy clicker. Pretty cool. All he wanted to do, was stick a native cutt with that combo. And that he did. A high point on this trip for me, was putting my friend on this fish. He took my suggestion on the fly, made the cast, stung one of the fish. Rinse, repeat, and landed the fish above. My lens work, doesn't do it justice. It was a very beautiful fish.

Back at the ranch, it was time to refuel on all accounts. Saks says, "You know I'm drinking bourbon tonite." Yeah, buddy. As much as you want.
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Porno Mike was especially proud of this. His idea was to hike up to the Medicine Wheel and smoke it.
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Before the boys made good on that, Porno Mike made a superb fried rice. Who knew he was so versatile?
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We stayed back at camp. I was feeling better at elevation, but didn't want to push it with a hike above the tree line. So JZ and I toasted his drowned fancy picture making gear, and drank bourbon. Dnymph will have to post the detail on the Medicine Wheel Incident. It's a good story.

Anyone who knows the Yinzers, would know that they are indeed some of the most genuine and fun people to travel and fish with. Having the brothers, either set really, only raises that bar. This place might be dead, but every year since I've been here, I've traveled to a cool locale, with D, and his crew.

The F Bros Campfire Disagreement over wood management that evening, was remedied in a way that needs to come back into style. In other words, it wasn't the bitter, lengthy disagreement, that plays out over months and years. It was simple, and took place early the next day: "I'm sorry about last night, I was wrong." "That's okay, I accept your apology. I was wrong too." The back and forth, while uncomfortable during the initial event, was very spirited and pretty damn funny.

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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by LA Fly Guy » Mon Jan 22, 2018 10:48 am

I am equally riveted by both the fishings and the Firedisc.

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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by RaZ » Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:50 pm

yinzers!
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Transylwader » Tue Jan 23, 2018 10:14 am

Damn, JZ, did you salvage any of that expensive stuffs? I lost a DSLR on Catheys Creek in Transylvania Co back in 2009. I remember the sick feeling I had and of course a fucking 5 hour drive home to mull it over. Forget about the smashed knee, fucking creek tax is a beeyatch.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Lando » Tue Jan 23, 2018 10:37 am

I am going next year for sure!

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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Tue Jan 23, 2018 10:41 am

Day 13 - the last day at high elevation



Time to pack up and move to the next place.
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The day began absolutely bluebird. Especially for me, as I finally acclimated to life just shy of 10k feet. Just in time to ride down the mountain.
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Porno Mike and I fished together today. The rest of the guys scattered. We enjoyed oat sodas and took turns in the good looking runs.
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A herd of cattle were very close this day. I know Saks was below us. If you look closely, you can see his light green 1974 Scott "really lays it down" hat hunkered down in the foliage. The herd stampedes across the river. Troots may or may not have been hurt in the process. This occurred within steps of Saks. Porno Mike and I watched, and laughed. Then kept a watchful eye as they moved towards us.
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The weather started to turn.
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We all beat feet back to the trucks, and made it before the deluge. It was time to head out anyway. An older couple also arrived back at their car, opened the rear hatch, and looked on. For the first time, the windshield wipers were turned on, and we encountered our first mechanical issue. Wiper blades were California Sunbaked, and effectively disintegrated when called up. The passenger blade was in "better" shape than the driver side, so Saks made a switch. I stood in the elements offering moral support.
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Until it started to hail.
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Then I watched from the cab.
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We determined that it wouldn't be safe to make the descent in the weather, so we had a few beers waiting it out before heading down the mountain. Next stop was a town where we'd visit a terrific roadside taco stand, reload provisions at the market, and pickup a new set of blades at Napa(r).
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Closed out the day driving to the last fishing stop of this journey.
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