Like a refreshing cold brew, but for your eyes and ears.

Because there is a obvious lack of content on the internet, the boys over at Dry Fly Media have to decided to throw some more high-class balls-out ass kickery our way in the form of a new online magazine.

Fish Can't Read is a fact, at least I think. And it is a good thing too because there would be a lot more fisher-types scratching their heads in wonder and throwing their gear in discust over the idea of their quarry leveling the playing field.

I know you only have two legs, and for those who only have one, my apologies, and for those who have 3, send me an email, I want photos.... But back to the bipedal of us. I think it is important to be able to get those legs up in any way possible. (I don't condone cheating, but remember: it's not cheating if you don't get caught) So do your self a favor, and me a favor and the guys over at Dry Fly a favor and come over and visit us when the magazine comes our. I promise it will be a kegger for your brain, without the wonderful face-in-the-tiolet morning after.

Oh, and if you have a great fly fishing story or photos or video, don't hesitate to send them on in. Variety is the spice of life, and we're cooking meatballs.

-Alex who lied on his resume.

Friday Bacon!

I may be suffering from...

Photo above submitted by an amused Minion Associate.

but MINIONS, why don't we drink pig milk?

Pork is such a natural and essential part of life. It gives us ham and bacon, spam and hot dogs, pork chops and lard. But whereas cows give us so many delicious meat products, they also provide us with dairy. Pigs are mammals too aren't they? They lactate, don't they? Why don't we harvest it?

Does bacon milk taste bad? It is toxic? Is it simply unattractive, perhaps an opalescent brown-green that blinds all to its delicious flavor?

Is it hard to milk a porker? Curli, please chime in here whenever you think it is appropriate. Do they produce enough milk to make it worthwhile? Is it too viscous or thin to be of any industrial or domestic use?

Can you make cheese from bacon milk? Or yogurt? Or butter? Can you cook with it? Make pasta sauce, or use the cream in fancy coffee drinks?

As you can see, I have lot of questions about pork's dairy potential. It's a topic I don't know anything about. But I want to, because I'm sure that there's a good reason for the way things are, and I'm quite curious.

To help you appreciate the good side of this potential idea, I offer the following images of bacon's awesomeness.

Alovely piece of bacon worship body artistry.

A soul warming shawl.
And finally, a beatiful tiara crowning our princess.
Happy Friday!

Maine Saltwater Fishing Report July 31st, 2009

Had another double header on the Kennebec River...here are a couple of pics of our double header hook-ups....one from the A.M trip one from the P.M. trip

News: Fishkill on the Holston

Hold your breath and cross your fingers folks. Bad news from the Volunteer state. A according to an article on Timesnews.net, a spill of 7,100 pounds of diethyl ether int the river causing an "undetermined" number of fish to be killed

Valentine said diethyl ether dissolves in water, and except for the fish kill, the company doesn’t expect any additional environmental impact from the discharge

Tip of the breaking news hat to our friends from Hatch Hunters Fly Fishing Guide Service.

Nez Perce Creek, WY Fly Fishing Report

Sean Wallentine

Sacramento, CA

Nez Perce Creek, Yellowstone National Park, WY

July 2008

Caught Browns and Rainbows in the 6" to 12" range.

Flies Used: #10 Rubber Legged Stimulator #14 Tan Elk Hair Caddis, and #16 BH Dark Lord Dropper.

Other Details: Fished for a few hours in the morning. I caught 9 fish on this beautiful morning. Fished the afternoon after Biscuit Basin from about 5pm to 7pm. Very productive. Caught 9 in the afternoon. Found the remains of bison along the river, obviously consumed by bear or wolves.

Gear: Marlin Wear for Humans not Marlin

First there was men's wear, then came lady's wear and now there is Marlin wear. We found this excellent logo via some new friends on twitter who pointed out the Marlin Wear Online store. A great way to fly your Pelagic flag. Our only suggestion would be larger logos on some of the shirts.

Native Alaskans file Suit to Stop Pebble Disaster

Bristol Bay Residents Assert Pebble Exploration Violates State Constitution
Exploration permits could be suspended as a result of lawsuit filed today

Anchorage, Alaska—A Bristol Bay Alaska Native organization and several individuals, including former Alaska First Lady Bella Hammond and Alaska Constitutional Convention delegate Victor Fischer, filed a civil suit in Anchorage Superior Court today asserting that the Alaska Department of Natural Resources (DNR) repeatedly violated the Alaska Constitution in granting permits for Pebble mine exploration. The lawsuit asserts that the agency failed to consider the public’s interest in sustaining the region’s rich salmon, wildlife, and subsistence resources, which are negatively affected by exploration activities. Plaintiffs are asking the court to halt exploration until the case is resolved.

“DNR has neglected its legal and moral obligation to protect Bristol Bay’s subsistence resources,” said Bobby Andrew, spokesman for Nunamta Aulukestai, a lead plaintiff. “Current exploration is having a serious impact on water and wildlife, yet the agency continues to rubber stamp permits and ignore the public interest.”

The lawsuit filed today asserts that DNR has violated multiple sections of Article VIII of the Alaska Constitution in repeatedly issuing exploration permits without public notice and without analyzing whether exploration or the mine itself are in the public interest.

Plaintiffs have asked the court for a preliminary injunction prohibiting the State from granting or extending permits for exploration and water use on mining claims held by the Pebble Limited Partnership, effectively stopping further exploration until the court makes a final decision – or until the State Legislature enacts a new regulatory framework for onshore mining exploration. The injunction would not apply to mining activities elsewhere in the state. Plaintiffs have also asked the court to void all exploration permits already issued by DNR to the Pebble Limited Partnership, Pebble East Corp., and Pebble West Corp.

Public interest law firm Trustees for Alaska filed the six-count civil action on behalf of Nunamta Aulukestai, an organization comprising eight Native village corporations, including Ekwok, Koliganek, New Stuyahok, Clarks Point, Aleknagik, Togiak, Manakotak and Dillingham. Joining in the suit as co-plaintiffs are Nondalton resident Jack Hobson, Nondalton resident Ricky Delkittie, Sr., Naknek resident Violet Willson, former Alaska First Lady Bella Hammond, and former Alaska legislator and Alaska Constitutional Convention delegate Victor Fischer.

Pickup choices...

Darn, and I thought the Tacoma was a good idea.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOkYP2y6YxM

Game Cam...

The local area beasties are fattening up in preparation for this fall's various and assorted festivities.

Ummm, velvet, looks delicious!

Tender, delicious backstraps, oh my.The little guy above has some serious feasting to do in the next few months.

All photos courtesy of Ricky's food plot, location to remain a VERY closely guarded secret.

Columbia Redeux

It's always great to see familiar faces year-to-year. It's even better when the fishing follows suit.

Keith landed a number of big rainbows last year in knee-deep water. This time was no different. More mayflies in skinny water. More L.P. Caddis patterns - visible as always - tossed through the evening and beyond. During one streak Keith hooked three big 'bows in as many casts.

We exited the water with a harvest moon hanging over the ridgeline and the first flashes of heat lightning over the distant peaks. If it gets any better please let me know when and where... Chris

Maine Striper Fishing Report: July 30th, 2009

I had Dr. George Fjeld and his wife Carol aboard today for a great day of fishing...They say that a picture is worth a thousand words...I'm too tired to write so I'll let these pictures do the talking!!! I'll hopefully have George, Carol & friends aboard again next week

Jazz & Fly Fishing

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The Golden Trout of Upper Bubbs Creek Video

Bathroom

I no longer have an excuse for not being able to fish. The bathroom is finished.

Old Bathroom

New Bathroom

Maine Saltwater Fishing Report: Kennebec River July 29th, 2009 Bailfest!!!

The Kennebec River bailfest continued today!!!







I had Ken Boucher of Cumberland County Glass aboard today along with his brother and friends. Very nice folks who love spending time outdoors....Slaying the stripers was just icing on the cake. It seems like during my last several trips the guys on board have been in a race to see how quickly we can get the skunk off the boat....today was no different...just minutes from leaving the dock in Bath...we were locked up with a nice keeper striper...I like it when that happens!!! The next stop took us a couple of drifts to hook up...And then the bite turned on and we boated many more nice fish...The spot we were fishing features an extremely hard running current that washes over a rocky ridge, often times we need to position the boat to drift right through the rocks...well in the process of this we hook a nice striper and as I'm drifting along getting ready lip the striper i hear a loud thunk as my lower unit grazes the ledge and snaps the skeg off my yammie...oh well nothing new here on the Maine coast...A quick stop to see Alex Martins at Bluewater Fabrication on my way home from the ramp and i'm as good as new...sometimes you just have to go into places that the average fishermen wouldn't dare venture....the bite at this ledge tapers off so we scoot off to the next group of ledges (with a slight limp)...we get set up for a drift and as we slide into the rip...one of our rods double over with another healthy Striped Bass...we pick this ledge over pretty good landing several more slot sized fish before the tide slacks and we call it a day !!!

If you're looking to fish with us season...please call us soon for available dates!!! We are taking reservations daily.
Capt. George Harris
207-691-0745
www.superfly-charters.com

360 Fishing Flies: Flytyingclips.com

Flytyingclips.com is a site with great macro photos of fishing flies. You can manipulate the photos with your mouse to get a 360 view of all the details. It's a great resource for the fly tyer interested in examining other tyer's work up close and personal.

Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride:

The twig of a man sat behind thick glasses typing at an outdated computer terminal as Kyle and I pushed through the glass doors.

In keeping with the way all great things do, my Colorado partying and fishing extravaganza had come to an end: Out of the water and grass and happy sunshine into the artificially lit sterile depression of the Colorado Springs Greyhound Bus Terminal where the time-clock-smile under the spectacles looks up from behind the bulletproof sneeze guard.

I tell him I need to get to Holbrook. He tells me that he needs $117.01. A card swipe and sloppy signature get me a ticket to Albuquerque, then a ticket to Holbrook with a tasty 3-hour-layover meat product sandwiched in between. Delicious.

I give Kyle a manhug and send him on his way and take a seat on the curb just as the 10pm bus arrives. It’s an Autobuses Americanos brand of transportation. Oh boy. I stow my gear, and take a seat. Bruce Willis in Spanish on the televisions, and with a pair of seats all to myself we depart.

We arrive at Albuquerque at 4:15am without incident, (except for when I dozed off and freaked out because I thought I had somehow slept for 20 hours and ended up in Mexico.) and myself and my gear took a seat in the lounge/restaurant/game room/gift shop. My Holbrook bus was scheduled to arrive at 7:25am, and it was time for a snack.

It was probably the lack of sleep and ass-numbing chairs that clouded my decision making process, but it was not until after the fact that I realized ordering the “breakfast mini-chimichangas” was a bad choice.

Red or green sauce? How about the shit-your-pants-in-line-for-the-crowded-bus-sauce? You have that? Gimme some extra of that goodness! Mmmm, yeah! That’s the stuff.

As President Hot Sauce is giving the State of the Bowel’s speech in my pants, a Greyhound employee informs me that that the bus I am planning to board is going to be completely full, so it would be a good idea for me to place my bags in the line forming behind the loading door so I am “included in the initial count.” Lovely….

I notice people start to mill around the door as the supposed transport arrival time drew near, but I have faith that my luggage will successfully hold my place in line and I make a tactical decision to remain seated close to the toilet.

The bus ends up being over 2 hours late, and I smile from inside a bathroom stall when a nasal squeak over the PA lets everyone know that the bus has arrived and to please get in line. I have been sitting in here for 45 minutes, firstly because I have found the toilet seat more comfortable than the plastic coated steel butt-mare out in the lounge/restaurant/game room/gift shop, and secondly due to the super-happy-not-so-fun-time -mini-chimis.

Still not believing that the well greased machine that is Greyhound is quite ready to go, I slowly wash my hands and face and follow the litter box smell over to my bags and check the time: 9:45am.

The herd is antsy and jumps as the large metal door swings open, and a man in blue suit walks in and past the group without a word. False alarm. Wait, wait…. No, he is coming back. Could it be?

He opens the door again, stops, and extends his hand toward a young woman standing at the head of the line. Here we go. My turn comes, and out to the bus I go, into a window seat just barely more comfortable than my throne in the men’s room.

A couple minutes later, we are at maximum capacity and a weary, crumpled looking woman in a grey suit stands in the aisle looking confused at the faces that stare back at her from the seatless expanse.

A bus employee walks up behind her, and they chat for a second as the woman angrily waves her hand around, in obvious seat envy. Whether the trip was over booked, or a ninja passenger slipped in is unknown, but doesn't matter at this point.

The bus employee walks to the back of the bus and stops beside a man sitting next to a little girl, and after determining that man is the girl’s father, asks if he would mind letting her sit on his lap until the first stop, giving the woman a place to sit until a seat opens.

Yes! great! fine! fantastic! Good idea lady! Let’s get this show on the road! And while you’re at it, tell that cute woman two rows up that she is welcome to come sit on my lap too. Hell, at this point I don’t care is the prison-tatted gangster next to me has to spoon with a fat guy to get this circus moving. Desperate times, you know the story.

Yes, everyone thought it was a grand idea… everyone except the guy who matters most: The Driver, who apparently didn’t think it was a grand idea at all, and who argued with the employee and even a few passengers about it before walking down the steps and out of the bus, for good, apparently, because a few minutes later the employee informed us that the driver has quit, and they are going to have to call in someone to drive the route.

What? Oh come on… Seriously? Your joking, right?... Right? No, you are not joking, and we are actually getting off the bus, and being herded back into the terminal. I re-claim my stall and wait, while the automatic flushing device keeps me awake enough to know that I am not dreaming, and this may actually be some sub layer of hell. No, not hell itself, but defiantly on the right path to get there.

45 minutes later, we are back in line listening to what can only be described as a third-grade roll calling session as the new driver butchers last names and lets their owners back out to our tandem-axled chariot.

With everyone in place and accounted for, and no mention of the missing mystery seat-stealing phantom, we pull out of the parking lot and 5 hours later when we pulled into a dusty Circle K parking lot in Holbrook AZ, I shed a single tear of joy.

2 hours after that I was in a cabin in the White Mountains: Rods were again emerging from tubes, waders drying in the porch, and a cold New Belgium brew in my hand, my stomach quelled by a very large container of pork fried rice. Oh man, it was totally worth it.

A cliché, but still a winner.

Hi there little fella! Now go tell your mama what I done.

Who put crawdad parts in my Makers Mark? Damn hooligans.

Sometimes you just have to throw mice.

A fine Hawley Lake evening.

-Alex who's ass has been forced to see a shrink.

Coffee Creek's Rainbows & Rattlesnakes

Sunday

July 25, 2009

My dad and I fished some new water over the weekend: Coffee Creek, CA. This stream feeds the upper Trinity River north of Trinity Lake (formerly known as Clair Engle Lake) in Trinity County. It's about an hour drive north of Lewiston, which is approximately 30 miles west of Redding in California's northern Central Valley.

From California's Highway 3 we drove 6 miles west (upsrtream) along Coffee Creek Road. This classic, icy cold freestone stream has beautiful plunge pools and runs. It is filled with stunning natural Rainbow Trout.

Fishing a dry/dropper combination (#10 Stimulator with #16/18 Copper John, Dark Lord or Prince Nymph Droppers) we got strikes on nearly every cast. While the fish were small, topping out at 11 inches, they were active all day and fought hard.

Together we brought more than 40 fish to hand. The wading was a little tough and it was very hot (at least 90). Dad was nearly struck by a 5 foot rattlesnake. I heard the snake rattle from across the stream. It made me realize how loud a rattler rattles. I couldn't hear my dad yell from across the roaring stream but I heard that rattle loud and clear! Of course, we had to get a closer look.

If you like catching fish all day long in a pretty mountain setting (with an occasional rattlesnake), then give Coffee Creek a try if you ever find yourself in the area. I wouldn't come all the way to California just to fish Coffee Creek, but if you find yourself fishing Steelhead or Salmon in the Trinity River and need a small stream diversion, Coffee Creek's a perfect destination.

Maybe a little cultural expansionism?

For your "long hair" musical edification:

Matt Batschelet
West Branch Resort
West Branch International Music Festival
FAX 607-467-5525 VOICE 607-467-2215 matt@westbranchresort.comhttp://www.westbranchresort.com/

The West Branch Angler Resort & Internationally Acclaimed Violinist Odin Rathnam to Launch International Music Festival.

Hancock, New York, September 13th & September 20th 2009:
On two consecutive Sunday afternoons, the luxurious and intimate setting of the West Branch Resort will become home to the first annual “West Branch International Music Festival,” featuring renowned classical artists from the United States, Israel, South America, and Europe. The inaugural season’s theme will pay homage to Mendelssohn, in his bicentennial year. Each program will focus on various aspects of Mendelssohn’s prolific and prodigious contribution to the classical literature. There will also be a few surprises. Rathnam will be joined by members of the Sweet Plantain Quartet, Pianist Michael Sheppard, Violist Adriana Linares, emerging Israeli violinist Netanel Draiblate, and others.

Sunday September 13th
Mendelssohn Piano Trio Mendelssohn String Quintet Intermission Mendelssohn Octet in E flat Major

Sunday September 20th
Mendelssohn Sonata for Violin & Piano Prokofiev Sonata for Two Violins Intermission Latin Jazz Fusion Music featuring the “Sweet Plantain String Quartet”

“Combining my passion for fly-fishing with the opportunity to draw artistic inspiration from these incredible surroundings made the establishment of a music festival inevitable. It is my hope, as the festival grows, that its impact on the lives of those who attend will be as profound as the awe I felt when I first experienced the beauty of this area in 1998.” ~ Odin Rathnam- concertmaster of the Harrisburg Symphony

“Over the past few years, Odin and I have frequently discussed launching a truly unique & intimate music festival. It is my sincere hope that the people of our communities will be able to find the same inspiration from these absolutely uplifting and memorable concerts as our guests and I have found every time Odin shared his art with us. Our goal is to provide world-class music, up close and personal, in a setting unlike any other in the nation. Especially these days, presenting art that represents the best in mankind provides valuable perspective and encouragement to all of us. This is much more than just good business.” ~Matt Batschelet- General Manager West Branch Angler Resort

The West Branch International Music Festival will be hosted by the West Branch Angler Resort, all concerts taking place at the River Run Restaurant. Offering a truly unique and intimate setting, the room boasts amazing acoustics, with its log cathedral ceilings. Guest will also enjoy the ambience of a 50 ton working fire place, which will be lit for the entire evening. Pairing this concert with an evening of amazing food and wine tasting will make it an event to remember. On both dates the concerts will begin at 4:00 P.M. Each concert will last approximately 2 hours. Following each show there will be a large assortment of hand crafted delicacies from our Executive Chef John Cox as well as a wine tasting, featuring some of the best wines from the Finger Lakes region. All of this is included in the ticket price of $40.00 per person. A cash bar will also be available afterwards. We strongly urge all attendees to stay after the concert and mingle with Odin Rathnam & his colleagues. Seating is limited to 130 attendees making it a truly intimate and unique evening. Reservations are required. Business Casual attire is requested.

West Branch Angler Resort:Is a family owned and operated resort sitting in the pristine Catskill Mountains adjacent to the world famous fly fishing mecca “The Delaware River.” The Resort has over two miles of River frontage, sporting 26 brand new log homes varying in size and amenities. The West Branch Resort also hosts a wide variety of outdoor activities including hiking, canoing, bird watching, sporting clays, fly fishing, upland bird hunting and much more. Now, through its collaboration with acclaimed violinist Odin Rathnam and the West Branch International Music Festival, the resort adds outstanding musical experiences to its already diverse array of offerings. This one-of-a-kind destination provides the perfect weekend getaway for relaxation, fun and entertainment.

Just something to remember

I was going over the comments on our page and decided that this, from Alex, needed to be brought back up:

I have heard that dolphin is tasty... too bad they are so damn smart and cute.

Humanitarian- "Hey, look at this poor dolphin caught in this net, lets help him out."

Dolphin- "Thanks dude, that's awesome of you!"

Tuna- "What about me?"

Humanitarian- "Fuck you, stupid tuna. Get in my sandwich."

New Zealand style / Duo /Trio...

Well I haven't made it to the river much. I drove South the other day and despite the rain, the trusty chalkstreams were holding their clarity. My local rivers unfortunately cannot boast the same. With another deluge forecast for tomorrow, it could be a few more days before I venture out. Although, at least, summer-low-flows will hopefully be replaced by decent water volumes.

Anyway, whilst awaiting a window of opportunity, it seems there is time to share some useful patterns. Whilst the summer allows dry fly to reign supreme, it would be short-sighted to forget the usefulness of nymph fishing. I used to reserve tungsten-furnished nymphs for the depths of winter; now they grace the fly box all year around. Here's a pattern that I picked up from Paul Procter (Thanks Paul!) - and it is similicity itself.



Hook: Your choice of grub hook #16 - #22
Thorax: Tungsten bead
Tail: Rooster hackle fibres
Tie with a build up of thread infront of and behind the bead.
I like to give the whole fly a thin coat of varnish too. Change the thread and bead colour to suit.

This is my first choice when fishing New Zealand style (with a length of mono tied from the bend of the hook). I tend to start with this tippet at about 24-36 inches and adjust as necessary to suit the water in front. A Klinkhamer or Elk hair caddis pattern is my choice of dry.

Another simple (but hugely effective!) pattern is a simple tungsten-headed nymph. I take great enjoyment from tying and sharing these quick-tie, useful nymphs. It's amazing how quickly two-dozen flies appear from the vice's jaws.



Hook: Grub Hook #16 - 22
Tail: Rooster fibres
Abdomen: Olive thread (Powersilk or Sheer are my favourites)
Thorax: Hare's mask
Head: Tungsten bead, black

When fishing water of very changeable depths, I will employ a sliding dropper upon which the dry is tied:



Also I have had some great success with fishing the dry on the point and hosting a spider or light nymph on the dropper. This 'washing-line' style can be highly effective on rivers as it is on still-water. Be prepared to experiment, and reap the rewards. When fishing allows, two nymphs and a dry (Trio) also work well and can really help seek out the fish when they are playing hard to get.

~Dave

Is that a salmon in your flashlight?

Via Treehugger.com comes the news that sprinkling a bit of salmon DNA nanofibers on the internals of an LED light can allow researchers to create a long lasting white LED's that can be tuned to other colors.

Fluorescent dyes (two different ones, spaced between 2 and 10 nanometers from each other) are added to the DNA molecules, which are then spun into nanofibers. These are very durable because DNA is a particularly strong polymer (it has to be!) (they should last 50 times longer than acrylic, for example).

Any of your salmon anglers ever have glowing hands after catching a big buck?

Profile of the West Walker River, CA

The West Walker River begins it's journey high in the Eastern Sierra north of Yosemite. The West Walker eventually merges with the East Walker in Nevada flowing north and empting into Walker Lake. The West Walker looks no different than other rivers that parallel a highway. Until the unexpected happens.

The West Walker is stocked with Alper's Rainbows. The Alper's raised trout have grown to some very large sizes, with a few pushing the 30" mark. There are a wide variety of fish in the river, from the small 8 inchers to some surprising lunkers. Access to the West Walker from the town of Walker, CA is very easy since it flows along Highway 395 for many miles.

As a side note, in 1997 a flood all but decimated the river and the highway running along it's bank. There are still enormous uprooted tree stumps littering the river banks and some large boulder fields. Since then, the West Walker has made a tremendous comeback and is a hard place to pass up when driving the 395.

Upper Sacramento River, CA Fly Fishing Report

Dan Wallentine

Irvine, CA

Upper Sacramento River, CA

September 2004

Caught 27 Rainbows up to 13"

Flies Used: Beaded Prince Nymph #14; Beaded Micro Mayfly 18; Cased Caddis #16; Serendipity #18; Gold Bead Caddis Emerger #16.

Other Details: Fished downstream from I5 bridge, through town at Prospect Access up to Mossbrae Falls and near Gillis Street, and down I5 to Vollmers exit.

Nolan's Big Bullie

The only thing wider than Nolan's smile was the head on the big bull trout he landed yesterday on the Elk River. Nolan played the fish like a true champion, wrestling it to shore in fast water as his uncle shouted encouragment from the front of the boat.

Nolan's a great kid and a future fly-rod stud. His older brother Spencer fished dries all week and had a hot hand throughout. Watch out for these guys ... they're the future of fly-fishing! All I can say is that if all the young anglers out there are as motivated and respectful as Nolan and Spencer, we're in great hands... Chris

Bill and Will's Excellent Adventure

Bill and Will are always up for a great adventure. Part of the reason they choose Dave Brown Outfitters is that we take them on high-country walk & wades where anglers are few and trout plentiful.

This year we headed to a small Kootenay River tributary after two days of great Elk River fishing. Will donned his weathered straw hat, Bill his trademark bandana, and we spent a super day leap-frogging up the alpine stream. At one point, after landing a 17-inch cuttie, Bill hollered, "For the record, I'm in heaven!"

The religious experience ended when the sun dropped beneath the peaks. The Chicago-area duo landed numerous cutts to a hatch of Quills. It was smiles all around as we hiked back to the truck with tired legs and mountain memories. I'm already planning next year's destination... Chris