Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I sit and watch (and fish a little)

The storm before the calm before the storm is winding down. As cold, brown water begins to filter into the riverbeds, we find ourselves with some down time (and maybe a little time to fish, yet).

In my reflection, I see a satisfied angler, because he gets to fish with good friends. Every slosh in the mud or cast rolled symbolizes a well-spent moment.

The fishing's been good all winter and spring, culminating with a good day on Saturday. Many fish, many photo ops, and many high-fives. I'll leave the details between the banks, save for one photo. 
Reflecting on fishing can make any life seem luminous. Maybe that's at the heart of why so many anglers are enamored.

All this floods my mind as I watch the rivers rise.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Boat envy

I've cultivated a reputation as a noteworthy drift boat captain for the wrong reasons. In three experiences total, I've knocked a buddy out of the boat (Jim Beam made me) on the lower Madison, aimlessly pirouetted around Hyalite Reservoir (I was honestly helpless but to spiral back to the ramp - without Mr. Beam's influence), and, in a rare proud moment, had an uneventful float down a short stretch of Jefferson River. 

Therefore I've been pretty content to ride instead of row, and my boat-owner friends have been content to let me.

But last weekend I developed a concentrated case of boat envy. Within 24 hours of seeing Will's new Water Master, I had one on the way. I have to believe it's the safest way for me to learn to float a Western river.

They open up so much water, big and small, slow and fast, moving and otherwise. We are looking forward to good times on hard-to-get-to water.

To conclude a terrific week:

Friday: Pick up Water Master
Saturday: Drift into the fluvial cosmos...