Drove over to Idaho to the Canyon of the South Fork the other day. Snowfall rates were pushing an inch an hour for most of the day with temps in 20's. Even in that mess, big mayflies were popping up all over the place and attempting to dry out and fly away. Between the barage of snowflakes and sipping browns, it was a tough day to be a bug. I have a deep seated respect for you steelhead nutjobs. Seriously, I think it might be time for some ice fishing.
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yea boy! where's the picture of the big one??
Nice work my man! When I first glanced at this picture I thought you had fished the Salmon River without us..ha. You never forget the cold days, whether it be a result of the quality fishing or the result of garbage fishing where its so cold that every moment you ask yourself why you're on the river. It always feels warmer when the fishing is good!
true that. the river was indeed a warm mistress this day.
as for the big one, he got away...
Nice fish Morrell! How did it taste? :)
couldn't say, this grizzled old fish was releaseed to spread forth babies into the South Fork yet another year. Although if I took one to eat this year, it would have been a good idea to eat this one...the fish looked so beat up, its survival for another year's spawn was questionable.
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