Day Trip

Today, Ben and I made the run out to the Salmon River. The trip was a bit impromptu; about halfway through the 2.5 hour drive I began to wonder if we had made a bad decision. The kings and cohos are still working their way up the river after all, and with those fish come the crowds. And yes ... the river was crowded, ridiculously crowded actually. Still, we managed to find some water for ourselves. We kept it to ourselves throughout most of the day, and the river gods were kind.

Hard not to appreciate autumn's colors.

Ben was the first to hook up.

This fish took Bennie about 50 feet into his backing, and it jumped eight or nine times. Something to see indeed.

My fish couldn't make up its mind about what it wanted to do ... that is, until Ben suggested it fought like a brown. At that point she decided to show us who was boss.

This trail isn't nearly so nice when there's two feet of snow on the ground.

Sometimes it's easy to forget to look up.

I don't know who Dave was, but apparently he was a bit of a d-bag, and clearly he wanted the whole world to know it.