Frigid Fish Porn

Long story short ... we spent Tuesday night at Brenda's Motel in anticipation of a long Wednesday on the Salmon River. If you haven't stayed at Brenda's, you really should. The place is emblematic and essential to one's understanding of the issues surrounding the watershed. Keep your expectations low, book a room, and bring some nine or ten percent Ommegang.

The alarm sounded at 4:30 a.m. We were rigged, wrapped in our swaddling clothes, and bank side by 6:00 a.m. The temperature was seven degrees below zero. As one might expect, the fishing was slow until the sun rose in the sky. Right around noon, the air and water warmed just enough to trigger the bite.

We nymphed up all the fish pictured below, but I did have a tug on an Orange Heron. Sadly, I had gone cold dumb, and my digits weren't responding to the signals from my brain. Maybe next time.