It Was A Very Good Week
Since October 2009, we have posted 711 times, averaging about 4.7 posts a week. Taking 11 days off was really strange. At first it was relaxing to know I did not have to run to the computer and get a post out. After a few days I missed the discipline it takes to actually keep track of the news and minutia of our life.
I really missed the physical act of purging the stuff that went on that day into a keyboard or into a microphone. Thank you all for being so patient and for those of you who were worried about my welfare with no blogs going out. I am fine, but here is a quick rundown of what happened.
Discovered I had 16 minutes before my ride to the airport arrived versus the 3 hours I thought I had. Remembered 9 things I meant to bring with me to Utah for the Fishwhisperer's trip to Yellowstone. Arrived Utah and cooked three real nice steaks, dirty rice, and candied corn for Dennis, Dana, and I. We raised a glass of 2007 Caymus Select to our brethren John K., who resides in Ireland now. Drove to West Yellowstone, checked in, got fishing tags, hit the park about 4:00, caught fish, got back to town, went to West Pizza, too much pizza and beer, hit the sack early, woke up breakfast, death by fishing all day long, everyone caught fish, went to Madison Flats restaurant, nice meal, got back to the hotel, poker till 4 am (A first for the FWs), slept in and headed for the Gardiner and the Yellowstone Association property, arrived and had dinner with Association Board members, raised a glass ot John K., fellow fisherpeople, and several of the worlds most renowned fly-fishing guides(more later), woke up for first day of fishing with Mike Lawson (yes that is a link), blew out my back tying my shoe almost canceling my day on the river, fished (slowly) along Slough Creek, Dennis caught fish, Dana caught fish, I walked without falling down (much), great dinner back at the Association Overlook, raised a glass to John K., made friends with Leonetti Cabernet, listened to Bob Jacklin, (yes another link) give a great seminar about casting theory, we went to bed and listened to Dennis dance the night away, woke up and because of an Advil regimen guaranteed to ruin any healthy liver, was able to spend about 6 hours on the Yellowstone with Bob Jacklin (Got to use his rod and reel, casted farther than ever before and caught two of the biggest trout in my life), back for a nice dinner, raised a glass to John K., back to bed and Dennis was quiet this evening so we all got a good night sleep, headed back to West (Fisherman talk for West Yellowstone), picked up a Jacklin Javeline (What I named the 8.5 foot 5 weight rod he uses), headed back to Utah, cooked roasted chicken, long grain rice, and a veggie I can't recall at the moment, had a couple of glasses of wine, did laundry till midnight, woke up, packed the house for the trip home, landed in California, moved 134 bottles of wine to clean up my wine room, shopped with Devin for our dinner with our Vet, hit the sack about midnight, woke up, took Jack to school, (skipped workout because back is still tenuous at best), finished cleaning wine room, got house ready for dinner with The Vet (Dr. Kelp for you locals) and his wife, spent a couple of hours with Ellen sorting mail and calendars, cleaned up 488 emails, worked on portfolios, got caught up on a lot of reading, started dinner, enjoyed a nice long evening with Dr. Kelp and his wife, went to be 2:30 am, woke up got in line to get iPhone 5s for Devin and Jack, spend the rest of the day getting the devices up and running, now enjoying Notre Dame taking on Michigan and look forward to taking it easy tonight.
That in a nutshell is what we did this last week or so.
I want to share a special moment if I can. Bob Jacklin, one of the most renowned fly fishing guides on earth was our guide on Tuesday. He had taken a group out on Monday to the Lamar/Soda Butte river drainage and caught a lot of small fish size 8-12 inches or so we heard.
When we met with him on Monday night he suggested we hit the mighty Yellowstone River. Now the Yellowstone has not been fishing well for several years because of the aggressive Lake Trout population in Yellowstone Lake. (Yes fish are cannibals.) When the three of us got back to our room, we were concerned that this iconic guide was going drag our butts two hours away and we would not catch anything.
Dana was the bravest of our gang and confronted Mr. Jacklin suggesting we work the Lamar instead of the Yellowstone. Jacklin, replied, "Sure we can do that if you just want to catch a lot of small fish. If you don't want to take a chance at a big trophy cutthroat trout, we can stay in this areas all day long.". Needless to say we were headed for the Yellowstone.
Our fist hole, Bob walked me up to a deep hole and tied on a leech pattern that was black and purple. He pointed to an area about 30-35 feet away, just out of my casting distance. With a little encouragement and pointer I was throwing the fly about 35 feet on my third cast.
Suddenly, my rod tip bent down and I was into a 20+ inch cutthroat. I was excited, but I was truly surprised at how excited Bon was for me. He is 65 ish and was running towards me to help lad the fish. We were in about three foot of water with full waders. We unhooked (barbless hooks) and realsed this gorgeous fish.
He then helped Dana and Dennis to have the same luck. I was onto my second big fish about 23-24 inches in just few minutes. We fished that areaf for about an hour and moved to another stretch of the Yellowstone where we did not have as much luck.
Then we went to an area of the Yellowstone down stream from Hayden Valley and Jacklin switched me to HIS rod and reel and a grasshopper (#10 Jacklin Hopper). I was casting father then ever, say 40-45 feet or more. I finished the day by taking two real nice cutthroat from the hole Jacklin put me on.
As we drove back to the Association property, Jacklin admitted to us he was sweating bullets the entire drive from Gardiner to The Yellowstone and was really hoping we would catch one or two nice fish for the day. I caught 5 over 20 inches, and Dennis and Dana had great days as well. Bob Jacklin was very happy with himself and quite relieved.
Dana, Dennis, and I discussed it the last night, and we agreed to make Mike Lawson and Bon Jacklin, honorary Fish Whisperers.
Here is shot of one of my gig guys.
Irony is measured in many ways. It is ronic that we went to an Angel game today. Yes we have season tickets right off third base. 81 home games to watch the Angels play baseball. We have not been to a game yet this year until today.
Lest night after enjoying a meal at the side rail bar at Hanna's we got a call from Dennis and Jerene asking if we would like to join them at the ball game today. Ironically we had given them our tickets about two weeks ago.
We sat in the 93 degree sun for 46 minutes before it made its way west for cover and our seat were in the shade. Angels won 4 to 1 against the Chicago White Sox. Here is a panoramic shot from Devin's new iPhone from our seats.
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