
Last Tuesday - I know, I should have been writing the weekly
newsletter - my friend Joe Brown was at the house working on a tile
entryway. (Shan is so excited about this!) Joe and I stood in the kitchen
testing a new pot of coffee. We looked at each other and I think both of us
knew: fishing was required. Then and there we made an executive decision,
without our wives knowing, either, to leave the next morning at 5AM for a
quick trip to
Alcova, Wyoming. Joe called Sloans - 877-234-2066 - to see if they had a
room. They did. We set our plans. Joe bought some food. We left the next
morning.
There's a little restaurant in Chugwater that beckoned us for
breakfast; it was a call we heeded and obeyed. The day was windy -
apparently a new phenomena in Wyoming - and lots of blowing snow along I-25
had captured drivers sending them off the road in a heap of twisted metal
and delays. Joe kept reading the funny book about fishing as we carefully
avoided similar problems.
We got slightly lost in Casper and decided if we'd have
brought a map we wouldn't have looked at it anyway. Eventually we found 220
and headed
west.
About half an hour later we arrived at Sloans, got our key and checked into
the room. Ours was the only car in the lot, and so it would remain the rest
of the days. I suppose most folks figured it was too cold and windy up there
to fish. I suppose most folks were right.
Joe rigged up and headed out. I took a nap. Joe came back
with a picture of a beautiful rainbow he'd landed on one of his peacock
midges. To those who have fished the area there will be no surprise that
there was lots of weight and a strike detector involved in the incident.
After a steak dinner, cooked inside - the outside grill was
buried in snow - we settled into a movie and fly tying. Joe tied more of his
peacock midges; I watched the movie and took another nap. Ah, naps.
Thursday morning was clear and bright; it was also cold and
windy.
Apparently the windy phenomenon in Wyoming would continue for us; cool. We
fished for about three hours below Alcova Dam. It was very windy. It was
very cold. Our smiling faces were fixed in place by being outside and by
being frozen. We didn't catch a thing, and had a great time of it.
My friend Tom had loaned us some cigars. He told us one of
them was mild, and the other stronger. I couldn't remember which was which.
The perspective goes something like this: Joe and I smoked part of one cigar
last November in Ascension Bay. That was probably the first cigar I'd ever
had in my mouth. Mike's loaners would be the second.
Joe had a bottle of Jack Daniels, too. The perspective goes
something like
this:
in November in Ascension Bay Joe made me a Jack 'n Coke. It was pretty good.
That was probably the first I'd ever had.
When we got back to the house Joe poured a finger-and-a-half
of Jack over ice. I took a sip. Now I'll tell you this. Normally, when I
take a drink of wine, beer or any other sort of libation I get shivers
through my body in response to it. This cold Jack on my cold lips was warm,
refreshing and delicious! I had another sip. Joe had to refill. He opened
two beers. We went to the porch and tried to light the cigars with matches.
It took several; Joe got his lit and then lit mine. We each smoked about a
quarter or a cigar an drank about a finger of Jack over ice.
Joe looked at me and asked, "I wonder what the poor folks are
doing right now?"
I looked back and said, "Well, I know what two poor folks are
doing and
it is smoking cigars and drinking whiskey."
After lunch Joe headed back to the river and I took a nap.
We'd had just enough depravity and cold to know we were alive. Joe needed
more chucking of lead and I'd had enough to last me all season.
On Friday we fished below Gray Reef Dam, which is only a mile
or so from Sloans. There were two or three other anglers, and I saw them
hook
a
few fish. Joe caught and landed two right off the bat. They were big, fat
and lovely. I didn't hook a thing. I didn't see a fish - other than the
one's Joe landed.
This is not my style of fishing. Joe and I had a great time
and decided we'd have to go back when it was a bit warmer and the fish were
more active. The water temperature was hovering just over 36 degrees, which
is very cold for a fish. Shoot, it's very cold for old, tall, fat, depraved
anglers like Joe and I, for that matter.
Next time I'll cook and tie for the folks who go; maybe I'll
fish as I did this time - for an hour or two a day. Maybe I'll take a few
more naps, read more stories, write a bit and ponder the wonder of life in
the stunning
sparseness of beautiful Wyoming.
Fishing anyone?
Note: You may recall last missive we talked about life and
being renewed while outdoors. Emerson was quoted. Read here for a refresher
-
http://www.stvrainangler.com/newsletter2142006.htm#musings
There is something to being outdoors and experiencing the
reality of life in the wild. It is cold and windy in Wyoming this time of
year and refreshing as all get out. The whiskey did taste good out there,
just like Robert Traver said it would. Remember?
While fishing behind the Island below Alcova Joe and I had
a visitor. It
was
a muskrat and it was nearly as busy as its famous cousin, Beaver. The rodent
swam around the other side of a rock for a bit, just out of site, eating and
being a muskrat. I think it was doing muskrat very well. It was interesting
because Joe and I had talked about our old trapping days as kids, and
muskrats were one of our main targets. They were destructive to our lake and
our horses sometimes fell down when they stepped onto a muskrat den. Plus,
we made a few bucks.
This guy eventually got up on a rock and did his morning
grooming, carefully tending to his fur. Maybe he had a date later in the
day.
On Friday, when we fished just below Gray Reef, there was
a dead duck lying on the snow. It was a fresh kill. The hen's breast was
gone and
blood was splattered on the snow. There were no foot prints.
"What do you suppose did this, Joe?" I asked.
"I'll bet it was a mink. Those guys are carnivores and I'd
think it was a small animal did the killing and eating because it only ate
the breast of the bird."
"Life. Death. They work together."
"Yep."
I'll bet the bird carcass is way gone now. Raccoons,
Eagles and other hungry critters inhabit this country.
There were various duck feathers floating along the river
all day as we fished....And life went on.
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