Super Unison

Like red-cloaked pilgrims, our local kokanee salmon have begun their great journey once again.

Their mission is extraordinary:

Stay tuned for more...

Livin' On Sleep Deprivation

Our lack of population density in east Idaho makes for some great fishing and, unfortunately, a pretty weak music scene.

Jay Farrar of Son Volt

Good bands rarely come through town, but one of the all-time greats showed up this month. 

I was stoked to watch Son Volt play at our local ski hill.  I've been a fan of Jay Farrar's music since Uncle Tupelo's early "No Depression" days.  The band did not disappoint, busting out classics like "Drown," "Grindstone," "Windfall" and "Chickamauga."

Son Volt's set will go down as the highlight of my summer. 

Trampled By Turtles

The Targhee Bluegrass Festival sweetened the pot this weekend with Trampled By Turtles, The Infamous Stringdusters, Greensky Bluegrass, Spirit Family Reunion and many others.

If this keeps up, I am going to be spoiled rotten.

Dry Fly Nirvana

This was the view at the end of our very long and arduous hike.

Nearly two thousand vertical feet stood between the three of us and about ten thousand hungry cutthroat trout.

We'd just spent a total of four hours hiking to facilitate six hours of dry fly fishing.

Was it worth the effort? 

Well, it would be downright rude to mention the number of beautiful Yellowstone cutts that rose to our flies.

It would be considered uncouth, in certain circles, to mention we caught the tail end of the salmonfly and golden stone hatches.  

But with reward comes sacrifice.

Blisters, raw skin and aching bones are the price of admission.

You've got to get out of the car and pay your dues. 

You've got to walk among bears and wolves into a truly wild setting.

You've got to leave a world of relative safety behind for at least one day.

Shane and a Nice Cutty

Everything about this day was perfect.  The sun, the wind, the solitude, the company.

Trout after beautiful trout rose from the depths in clear water to slurp a skittering Turck's Tarantula.

It was one of those days I knew would haunt me forever.

I keep replaying it in my mind.

Not Forever, Just for Now

Some days it's better to just shut up and let the camera do the talking.

High and Dirty

It's ninety-eleven in the shade over here.

If you're into carp fishing, that's a good thing.

The plan was to take the trailer up to the high country this week for some troutin', but the intense heat and delayed run-off stymied that idea. Instead, the forecast dictated a little time with some carp at Blackfoot Reservoir.

Life has been pretty hectic as of late and we are now officially in 'dog days' mode, but there's always time for getting away to camp with the family in the high country...

...and sneaking out with Shane (pre-heat wave) to a small creek for a few cutties.

Bug Drunk

Shane's Spring Creek Brown

We're stuck in the mid-June doldrums over here.  High pressure systems prevail, most of our rivers and creeks are blown out and the carp are busy spawning.

Getting into fish right now requires some recon, MPG  and tenacity. Shane and I spent all day searching for fishable water, zig-zagging across the state border.

No surprises here, but local spring creeks and lower-elevation rivers were the ticket. 

Same fish - another shot

We fished pocket water in pretty places and caught some nice trout.

On the way back to town, we pulled over along the lower Henry's Fork and observed the mother of all caddis hatches - with a PMD spinnerfall chaser to boot. There were bugs in our hair, inside our shirts and all over our faces. The water erupted for over an hour.   

Those fish were bug drunk.


Revive - A Fly Fishing Journal 

Heads up - the good people at Revive Fly Fishing have launched a new quarterly journal and it is very cool.

You'll find great photography, excellent writing, fly tying videos, a "redfish in the marsh" video and other good stuff in there.  It's a pretty exceptional journal.

If you look closely, you may even notice an article on carpin' from yours truly.

You can check it out here.

Fists of Legend 6: Carp Assassins

Spent the afternoon at Blackfoot Reservoir with Chris, Shane, a bunch of cows and some hungry carp. 

We took some pictures...