This last stint I headed out to meet up with The Crumpster and Stam for some exploratory steelheading. After a few hours driving, I pulled the camper into a spot many miles up stream and far from the reaches of a cell tower. And after a few ceremonial sodas, a dice tournament, and some next day strateg-ery, we decided to call it a night. As we turned for bed, I realized we were missing one very important thing...sleeping bags. The Crumpster, being one who gets overly excited when challenging opportunities arise, was nearly jumping up and down. Stam merely laughed from his zero degree Everest bag and wiped sweat from his brow. Grumbling, I adorned my Micro Puff pants and Down Jacket (comparable to walking in a sleeping bag) and crawled under the foam mattress topper...a heavy and scratchy blanket, but one none the less. A few cold hours later we woke to snow on the ground, drank some hot coffee, then headed down stream to launch the raft and find some fish.
|The morning appeared to forecast sunshine after laying a few inches of snow on the ground overnight.|
|I would have thought this blue sky was going to stick around.|
|Unexpected snow storm-Look at those huge snowflakes.|
|Nice Bright Hen Released. I borrowed a baitcaster from Stam and an A-clown yarn ball. Second fish I got in the same spot.|
|Justin released this 'Nate' to fight another day...It jumped at least five times...what a show. He used a fly rod with an Airflo speydicator line and a yarn ball, I mean egg pattern.|