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Stunning Sandy Weedman sequence….

July 11th, 2010


This two piece action shot comes to us via Sandy Weedman again. This is a shot from opening day of last year’s silver season. She calls this her “WOW” shot. I should say so.





Photos by Sandy Weedman/2009
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The Beak and The Burge

July 11th, 2010



This is 1 Hooked Beak aka Nathan Hornbeak on a big trib last week….

The Beak and The Burge. The Butcher and The Butcher. Either would work for a title….and I wanted to thank Big Burge for sending in this cool pic of Nate on some water they hiked into the other day that I know very well. Many of you probably do too.

Better luck with the catching next time fellas but cool pic and thanks for the report in ………

H3llcat

Close calls generate nostalgic gratitude

July 11th, 2010



Legacy TS member B Dog Lobey makes a focused and rough cross….

Too many times over the last twenty five years I have pushed the river cross to the limit. There really isn’t anything more scary (and exhilerating) than barely maintaining your stronghold on a river cross that shouldn’t have given you trouble in the first place.

The very first memories I have of ‘very close calls’ while wading go back to my original road trips fly fishing for trout through Idaho, Montana, Wyoming and Eastern Oregon. Specifically, a bend in the river where a campground that we chose crested the mountain-top highway and announced in an as many words that “Jake Brake” truckers would be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Good luck with that.

Never-the-less it was on this roadie with Pops, Sal himself, that I realized we must always give the go-ahead to Mother Nature when it comes to choosing what would be a good prospect for wading…and how much to push it.

Many of you out there know what I refer to here: That one last channel. If you could just cross it….then you would have the perfect angle for that perfect cast.

The memory that sticks so thoroughly in my mind happened along the Henry’s Fork of the Snake river in Idaho: That was the trip where I realized wading rivers was a learned skill just like a sport.

Where was your first experience in respecting the waters we wade? I must say that I didn’t learn my lesson just then. It took many ill-advised crossings-wadings before I became more cautious with my crosses. Come to think of it….I still gamble with my wade quite a little bit. I figure it’s all part of the game. And I’m in it to win it for sure.

My question to you is: What’s you craziest/riskiest/scariest wade, drift, cross…etc?

Thanks for participating.