It was warm and pleasant when I went to bed, but a few hours later the temperature dropped, so I put on some fleece and zipped up my sleeping bag.
Fsb and Sheldon were up well before I was. I rolled out of the tent at 5:30 or so.
Sarmulminnow’s property had no running water, and the outhouse was a work in progress, so fsb and I shared the bucket toilet and a roll of tp.
The sun had just begun to brighten the horizon when sarmulminnow rolled into camp.
The plan was to fish out of fsb’s boat and use sarmulminnow’s rig for the shuttle.
Once sarmulminnow had parked his truck at the take out, I opened the passenger door of fsb’s suv, and...
… decided to ride in the back with Sheldon.
Once logistics were settled, we launched and were on our way.
Sarmulminnow gave us a quick tutorial on how to catch fish in this river.
Afterwards he took the oars and spent the rest of the day doing an excellent job of shepherding us downstream.
He was kind enough to give me some flies he’d tied up, and they proved to be deadly.
Fsb threw streamers for most of the day, because that’s what he likes to do. Unfortunately the fish on this river weren’t interested in streamers. At least not on this day.
I stuck with sarmulminnow’s dry flies, and had one of the best days of top water fishing I’ve ever experienced. The variety of fish was incredible: rainbows, cutthroat, cutbows, browns, brook trout, and whitefish.
Eventually fsb put down the streamer rod and tossed out a dry fly.
It was a glorious day, and the scenery was magnificent.
In case you’re wondering, fsb took all of the fish pics. Maybe he’ll post them. Maybe he won’t. Doesn’t really matter. You all know what fish look like.
Afterwards we went back to camp and I cooked up some dinner: meatloaf with mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy, salad, and sourdough.
After dinner I nursed a tin cup filled with brown water, and had no trouble falling asleep that night.