- Mon Oct 30, 2017 1:57 am
#681947
Got an invite from Joe recently.
"Let's head up north and pee off the porch of Wayne's cabin!"
Hard to say no to that as this has been on my bucket list for awhile now.
And pee off the porch I did. Fuck them rules.
On trips like these, booze and food stuffs are on top of the priority list. Everything else is optional. Well, maybe throw a foldy chair in there.
I got to the cabin early Monday afternoon and Joe was already settled in. So we sipped some scotch and smoked some stogies. Eventually the sun slid below the treeline and we decided we might as well fish for a bit.
It was a tough hike to the river. We had to climb down the cabin stairs, walk thru a narrow pathway, cross the street and took ten steps down to the river's edge.
We made it in one piece and Joe went to work.
"Let me show you how a pro-staffer gets it done."
"Cheers to that, broseph!"
And got it done he did:
That got me a bit excited so I gave it a shot. Lots of big October caddis fluttering around so I tied up a size 16 emerger to match the hatch. Caught absolutely nothing.
Might as well have some dinner with Joe and his buddy Wayne. Finished off the night with more beers and scotch.
Early 9am start the next day. After a hearty breakfast of eggs over easy, bacon and toast and a nice hot shower, we were off to a famous river to the east of us.
Went down this bumpy ass road with another car tailing us the whole way. Then we got stuck behind another truck on the way to the parking spot. And once we got to the parking spot, there were already 7-8 cars there. On a freaking Tuesday morning.
Yeah, nah.
We turned around and veered off this dirt road that led to a primitive camp site next to the rivers edge. Cracked a couple of beers and took in the scenery:
It was close to noon when we finally got on the water and fished. We caught absolutely nothing.
So we cracked a few more beers. Joe found some fuzzy ground worms and a decent pile of firewood.
We loaded up the firewood on the the truck. Joe then set-up his hammock and we took turns taking power naps. We decided to go back to the cabin later that afternoon and fished some beautiful water accessed from the train tracks:
It was Joe's turn to make dinner and he served up a feast that night:
It started off with this:
Then some of this:
Kick-ass chili:
The whole spread. Not quiet enough food:
Had another great dinner with Joe and Wayne. Later that night I started to get the chills and queasy stomach. Austrian plague symptoms. Nothing a little scotch and warm wood stove fire can't cure. Went to bed early that night to rest up for the next day's adventures......
"Let's head up north and pee off the porch of Wayne's cabin!"
Hard to say no to that as this has been on my bucket list for awhile now.
And pee off the porch I did. Fuck them rules.
On trips like these, booze and food stuffs are on top of the priority list. Everything else is optional. Well, maybe throw a foldy chair in there.
I got to the cabin early Monday afternoon and Joe was already settled in. So we sipped some scotch and smoked some stogies. Eventually the sun slid below the treeline and we decided we might as well fish for a bit.
It was a tough hike to the river. We had to climb down the cabin stairs, walk thru a narrow pathway, cross the street and took ten steps down to the river's edge.
We made it in one piece and Joe went to work.
"Let me show you how a pro-staffer gets it done."
"Cheers to that, broseph!"
And got it done he did:
That got me a bit excited so I gave it a shot. Lots of big October caddis fluttering around so I tied up a size 16 emerger to match the hatch. Caught absolutely nothing.
Might as well have some dinner with Joe and his buddy Wayne. Finished off the night with more beers and scotch.
Early 9am start the next day. After a hearty breakfast of eggs over easy, bacon and toast and a nice hot shower, we were off to a famous river to the east of us.
Went down this bumpy ass road with another car tailing us the whole way. Then we got stuck behind another truck on the way to the parking spot. And once we got to the parking spot, there were already 7-8 cars there. On a freaking Tuesday morning.
Yeah, nah.
We turned around and veered off this dirt road that led to a primitive camp site next to the rivers edge. Cracked a couple of beers and took in the scenery:
It was close to noon when we finally got on the water and fished. We caught absolutely nothing.
So we cracked a few more beers. Joe found some fuzzy ground worms and a decent pile of firewood.
We loaded up the firewood on the the truck. Joe then set-up his hammock and we took turns taking power naps. We decided to go back to the cabin later that afternoon and fished some beautiful water accessed from the train tracks:
It was Joe's turn to make dinner and he served up a feast that night:
It started off with this:
Then some of this:
Kick-ass chili:
The whole spread. Not quiet enough food:
Had another great dinner with Joe and Wayne. Later that night I started to get the chills and queasy stomach. Austrian plague symptoms. Nothing a little scotch and warm wood stove fire can't cure. Went to bed early that night to rest up for the next day's adventures......
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