Kevin pulled his truck off I-89 onto a dirt road headed
toward the Salt River. As we got out of
the truck to string up our fly rods, a bald eagle flew overhead with a
cutthroat in its grips. On the cliff on
the other side of the river was his partner.
As the first eagle began eating his prey, they both watched as we fished
along the river.
Further downstream we saw a flock of geese which took off as
we neared.
This part of the river had
been under water earlier in the season, but now in the fall the water was nice
and low. For the most part we were able
to wade close to the shore, except for the few spots covered in silt in which
we sank, feeling like we were trapped in quicksand.
The fish we caught were all cutthroats, 6 to 16 inches
long. From the sparse, small black spots
you could tell they were of the Fine Spotted Snake River Cutthroat
variety (sub-species).
We caught 15 or so as we fished
up and down the river in the deeper pockets doing our best to avoid the wind
fouling our lines.
We fished from 4:00
to 7:00 and then headed to Kevin’s cabin for dinner. Kevin had put some BBQ ribs in the crock pot
to cook while we fished. By the time we got back, they were perfect. We also had corn on the cob, chile that I had
made and frozen the Sunday before, cinnamon rolls and peach pie.
Wow, fishing and ribs all on the same day. You must have been in heaven. Scenery looks great too. All the yellow in the trees reminds me of the South Fork. Can't wait to be out there with you in a couple of days.
ReplyDeleteNice post! Cool he has a cabin there- looks like a nice trip! Just wait til next week.......
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