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Brian, Ive decide to keep "guy who tells too many stories and falls down alot" as my persona. I used to be "newby Texan who catches few fish" then I was "guy with the ugly yellow rod" then I was "guy who cant hook a fish with a dry fly and cusses alot". To some, I'm sure my persona is "guy who posts too much and loves to hear himself talk", but I dont like the thought of that, so Im keeping "guy who tells too many stories and falls down alot." I hope people like him better than the post too much guy. Jared and Tim? U guys could post a few pics too by the way.

That would also explain my rapid weight loss....... All kidding aside, if say 1 in 1000 houses were cooking drugs (a number straight out of my ass). I figure my street has 20 houses and is 100,000 sq. ft. (500 ft long by 200 ft wide, and again, out of my ass). So for 1000 houses that would be 5 million square ft. The dispersion of the gas emanating from the 1 house would be diluted to an insignificant level almost immediately, IMHO. The reason boards get "grumpy" is as they get bigger and less personal, more and more members feel it is ok to blast away at whoever and whatever they want. Many of the old members, particularly the one's with a sense of humor and any good will at all, just give up and quit altogether, or at least quit posting. This causes the discourse to degenerate even further, not to mention the loss of fishing knowledge they used to share. Hopefully we get past the stage we seem to be in. Cuz I gotta tell ya, it's getting old.

A couple more at the waterfall (though as it turns out, I didn't take any of the waterfall!!) See that grey rock on the mid right hand side of the photo? I fell just above it. No pain on that one.

We left the previous stretch of river frankly scratching our heads. We knew there were fish, but not how to catch them. By this time I was using 5 and 6x tippet, and some pretty small flies at times. Nothing seemed to work, unless they were on a hatch. So we continued on downstream. For the first time that day we would be on non-fly fishing only water and could chuck some streamers or nymphs (and as it turns out, wish I had done the streamer thing that day). We found some water very near the road that looked wonderful (and let me comment on the road system in BC. LOVE IT!). We did not hold out much hope, or at least I didn't, because we were so close to the road, but the fishing was actually ok. After I fell down bank #2 and put the second and third big rip in my waders, Tim got several on nymphs and dries, one of which was a really nice cuttbow (or at least he claims it was, nobody but Tim saw it). I found a nice little pool in a side channel with 3 cutties that wanted to play with my blue humpy, and I think Jared found some fish. After that played out, we went to our fourth river of the day to close things out. Saw a couple of bikinis which is always nice and Jared and I closed the day with a few feisty rainbows (mostly Jared!). We ended day 2 with more beer and really I can't remember what meat. Oh yeah, it was the pork I totally overcooked. A couple of shots of the afternoon: This is Jared not catching anything just before I come behind him pulling out a few fish with the magic blue humpy: A little more downstream, I think (though this could be from the next afternoon. They start to look the same!): On Day 3, after an omelet breakfast by yours truly, we did our only non-classified water day. We started back at the river I fished last week with the boys. And the day started great. Lots and lots of little fish in every little pocket. I got a dozen in the first hour. Size left something to be desired, but they were hungry and willing. Hopes were very high when we got to a series of pools, but just like last week, the pools did squat. At the end of the pools, and 2 hours of fishing later, I had caught one more fish. Everyone else was doing about the same. We did see a couple of big bullies doing there thing, and that was cool. Jared caught them both and we had a nice shore lunch. Ok, not really. I got a little irritable because WHERE WERE THE STINKING CUTTIES!!!!!!!!! Lots of hiking to get down there, the water was perfect, and 0 nice cutts. Just didn't make sense. So I had a short bout of grumpiness, but only a short one. We decided to hike out a bit early and go to what is usually a slam dunk for mid teens cutties. Here are some shots of Day 3 and the grumpy morning: Took this same pic last week, almost We called this the "Miracle Mile" as it was the longest stretch of unimpeded walking we had done the whole trip!! So off to the old slam dunk creek. Never big fish, but usually lost of 10-14" cutties. Except that day. We got some little cutts and a several brookies. I did ok at times on a streamer and Tim found several on dries. Jared found fish here and there as well, but it was frankly disappointing from a fishing perspective. But we found a beautiful canyon section I had never fished before. I can't seem to find the pictures of the afternoon, and it is possible I forgot to take any. Jared and Tim have some I'm sure. Back to the condo for some nice chicken, Guiness and the last of the Dos Equis (we are the most interesting men in the world). Day 4 started with scrambled eggs, packing the truck and heading out early to scout water. I was very excited to fish these two rivers I had always wanted to try. We found more just beautiful headwater fishing in pretty rough country, and as more creeks came in and the river got bigger, it went into a big river valley that was a dream to walk. Except for the hill I fell on and bruised my butt. We continued to work our way down and ended the day and trip mid afternoon in some of the most perfect water below a waterfall you could imagine. The fishing was, like most of the rest of the trip, just so-so. But they are there and we'll figure them out next time. We got most on dries, a couple on nymphs and a couple on little streamers. It would be hard for me to describe how much fun I had on this trip. Unreal country and 2 fantastic guys to fish with. Perfect. Here are the shots of day 4: I think this was the only fish pic I took the whole trip. The cutties on these rivers had very few spots: Near the headwaters: In the valley: And finally, by the falls:

Blah, blah, blah. Just like Japan was 20 yrs ago. Or Saudi.

Last weekend I did a 4 day trip with ReelLife and Troutlover fishing the Kootenay's. ReelLife bought the trip with Gustuphson (who couldn't make it) on the StreamWatch auction. I should have kept a running diary on this trip, cuz lots happened. I can let Tim and Jared fill in, but here is a short synopsis: On the way to the condo, we were driving on hwy 93 at about 9 PM. I was going say 110 or so. I saw three shapes in the road, two near the shoulder on the right and one just in the other lane on the left. I had time to do a quick brake and shoot the gap between the animals. Just after I passed I asked "where those wolves??!!??!?!?" "For sure" was the reply. Had I hit one, I wonder if I would have had the balls to go back? Anyway, got to the condo and the next morning, after a nice french toast ala troutlover breakfast, we went into Invermere, picked up the classified water stamps, and headed out to creek 1. I've fished this creek several times in the past. It fished ok (I have no pictures since I forgot my camera, but I'm quite sure Tim and Jared have lots), fewer fish and less size than expected, but it was nonetheless gorgeous. More importantly, I don't think I fell once, which is the only day this can be said. Capped the day with marinated steak and beer. Day 2: Another French Toast extravaganza and back to Invermere for classified stamps for days 2 and 4. Went to water none of us had ever laid eyes on. Took some advice from a local fly shop owner and when we followed his directions, was faced with what might be the smallest "river" ever. Teeny, tiny thing with lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of deadfall, swampy ground, more deadfall, little cutties, and more deadfall. It was pretty fun, except when I fell across some deadfall, gouged my wrist (think botched suicide attempt-bled into the river but didn't miss a cast. But for the rest of the trip everyone who looked at my wrist and seemed like they were about to call protective services), bruised my shin, swore lots. We fished the small creek for a bit, but really it was too damn small for 3 people, so we left to another river in the same system. I will be back though. Here are a couple of shots: Typical Underbrush. I like to call this "Where's Tim?" Jared fishing one of the bigger pools. I'm not kidding. Day 2 Afternoon: After a too long drive (note to self: when fishing new water, arrive EARLY to give one's self time to find fishing spots), we finally found what looked like a really nice section of river two. After falling down the hill for the second time that day (and big wader rip in the ass #1) we spread out and went in search of big ass cutties. the big ass cutties did not cooperate, at least at first. As I was working upstream, I spot Jared up against some deadfall in a cliff section. I get to him and he says "I just broke my rod when I fell (ha ha ha) over that tree." "Too bad, but the truck is just up the hill. I have a backup." "I have a backup too, but look in the middle of the run." I do, and see some mayflies. And a snout. And another snout. And another snout. X15 or so. Holy crap!! So we try to fix the rod as it was broken at a joint. It looks like it is going to work, so he casts and it falls apart again. I give him my bigger hemos and I go to fish "the big one by the rock is mine" says Jared. I briefly considered catching him myself, but then a really nice fish rises in front of the rock, I cast and slurp. 16" cuttie, finally. Next cast, another fish, slightly bigger. Jared tries to net it, but as usual fails miserably. He reaches out and I yell "don't grab the..." Snap "leader. Damnit Jared, it's effin 5x. Learn to net an effin fish" Jared says he's sorry, and I start to feel bad. But only for a minute! Jared fixes his rod again, casts, hooks the rock fish and the rod falls apart again. As he is hand landing the fish I tell him "I'm going to get Tim, you can use my rod until I get back." I can't believe I didn't take a picture of Jared landing the fish by hand! I find Tim downstream working some other risers (by this time I can see they are everywhere), tell him about Jared and go back upstream. To find: That's my rod by the way. I'm such a nice guy. Jared decides to go get his rod and I decide to go downstream to cross the river and fish the same run from the other side. I got a couple of risers out of a smaller run on the way back, get back to the first run to find: We got a few more (a dozen or so in total), the hatch died, and the fishing 100% shut down. No other fish, anywhere. We know there were tons of fish in the river, but they wanted absolutely nothing to do with what we were offering. Same thing with another spot downstream. Damn strange. The rest of day 2 (more falling and a few more fish) and days 3 and 4 to follow.

When I was in the field, we were driving down a lease road. I was in my pickup and the wireline truck a hundred yards or so behind me. I passed a huge bull moose on the road (this was in October or November, can't exactly remember). He just watched me go by. I stopped and when the logger came around the bend behind me I flashed my tail lights to warn the driver. As soon as the moose saw the logger, he started to charge. He broke it off no more than 10 yds away. I always said that when he saw the pickup he thought "that's too small to be any threat". But when he saw the wireline truck? "That's more like it!"

That's because you never actually get to go fishing, so changing angler access is no problem!!

The big stores cannot afford to have high priced help and still maintain low prices with any level of profitability. They basically trade price for service. Works in most cases (see Home Depot). While there are certainly mature staff in these stores that have a customer service attitude, many of them have to hire a bunch of kids to survive so accept the fact that they are not always going to get the attitude they desire. In a down labor market, this is not as noticeable. But in a tight labor market they take what they can get. Also, because the shopper rarely feels any loyalty toward a big store, each bad experience is magnified. The exact opposite is the case for a small store. They survive on customer service and must ensure that their staff exhibits it, regardless of age. That's why the staff (who are in many cases the owners or owners family) are more focused on the customer. They would not be able to maintain their higher prices, and hence their margins, otherwise. Also, if we have been in the store more than a couple of times we begin to feel an affinity for the store. So if we go in and the staff is all engaged with other customers, we usually will gladly wait our turn. If this happens in a big store we would blame the lack of staffing and possibly leave in a huff because we give them no benefit of the doubt. Both types of stores have their place. If I am stocking up on standard items, I am much more likely to go to a big box. If I'm buying flies or any higher end item I will always go to the smaller store. I am willing to pay more to get the advice I feel I need. I don't need that advice when buying tippet.

Bought some (GE and Citi based on Warren), but not enough and a bit late, though both have done very well.

Back in Louisiana, if we found 5 dead Robins we would have thought "Hey, a mid-morning snack!"

Thanks for the info. It's on the radar!

Wingshooter, I'd be interested in hearing more as well. All the "my river is better than your river" stuff that seems to be happening on this post is irrelevant.

Very fun to watch!

Lynn, Your comment made me feel bad. Could you, and all your friends, please tie me one dozen flies each so I feel better?

Guys, Troutlover and reellife were mean to me on our fishing trip this week. They said mean things and laughed when I fell down, which was often. I wouldn't have fallen so much if I hadn't been so sad. I didn't think they were funny and now I hate Alberta. I'm pretty sure lots and lots of flies would make me feel better and I would love it here again. Maybe a new bauer reel would make me want to stay forever. All kidding aside, you guys are awesome. First time I ever wished I tied flies, just so I could donate. Maybe I could buy her some?

I just spent the last 4 days fishing several different cuttie streams from tiny headwaters to mid sized creeks to big rivers in 3 different watersheds. The area I fished is not, nor has ever been as far as I know, over run by random campers. I've seen some quads, but almost all hunters. Some of the creeks had footprints, but those were ours from the last week. In the 4 days, we saw exactly one other fisherman. Cuttie fishing was not good (though the trip itself was fantastic). A couple of the creeks I'd fished before and they are typically very productive, one for big and one for smaller cutts. The one known for bigger fish did produce ok (maybe 40 or 50 fish between the three of us) but the size was WAY down. The second creek, where you can be fairly assured of lots of 12" class fish did not produce really at all, though we did catch a few really small fish and a few brookies. We went to a river system I had never fished before, but it had a reputation of being a good cutt fishery. We caught a few fish in the 12" class, a few smaller guys and hooked a couple of bigger fish. But it was very slow. We did not see a single fish rise all day! The only big fish we caught the whole trip was when we lucked into a big mayfly hatch. Suddenly, the river was absolutely alive with big cutts. See a rise, catch a fish for about a 1/2 hour or so. If you missed the cast, you were likely to catch another one anyway. Then the switch went back to off. We did not catch a single cutt on that section before or after the hatch, and it's not like they were not there. Other than the mayfly hatch and a bit of surface activity in a very deep pool at the end of day 1 (and if they rose, you could catch them), we only saw maybe a dozen risers the entire trip. So the moral of this story is that I think there is much more going on with the fishing in the cuttie streams than the random camping/quad dilemma. While I am not naive enough to believe that it isn't having an impact, it is not the only ,or maybe even the major, cause of the poor cuttie fishing this year. I don't know if it is weather, cooler water temperatures, more food, whatever that is making the cutties act weird, but whatever it is it is not random camping, ohv's, or angling pressure-at least in the area of bc I was fishing. Something else is at play here.

We (troutlover, reellife, and myself) just finished day 2 of our 4 day Panorama fishing adventure. Fishing has been good, and I hope I can remember everything that happened when I actually make the report in a few days. Sensory overload does not begin to cover it! 1 day fishing some water t-lover and I know, 1 day totally winging it. Have mapbook and truck, will travel. But today, I wanted to put up a couple of shots fishing some really small water ala Taco. Fish were most certainly caught, in one of them anyway........ Sorry for a the quality of the shots. I had my camera on a bad setting. And some even smaller water:

And i just love the fighting butt!

Wait a minute, this site is free? DAVE, I want my damn money back!!

Story 1: Has always had a bit of an urban legend feel to me. Very funny, but hard to see it really getting pulled off. It was attributed to a legendary engineer who pulled many, many practical jokes. I met him several years ago and asked him about this story. He said it wasn't him, that he heard it was this other engineer. So it may be true, but I have no direct proof. Story2: Totally true. It was my operator it happened to (he was the crapper), but I wasn't on the truck at the time, a buddy of mine was. He said the drilling guy was very mad and never believed they had not done it on purpose.

I'm waiting for Pete to give me a hard time about noone cleaning up the crap!!

Crappy story 2: Operator walks into the woods to do his thing. Looks behind him afterward to discover he had not fully moved his hood out of the way. These hoods snapped onto our winter coveralls (and were the envy of the oilpatch back in those days), so in much disgust he unsnaps the hood and waking back to the truck throws the offending hood into the flare pit. He tells no one what had happened as he was a bit embarrassed. Several hours later, the engineer was getting his ticket signed when the drilling engineer stated "we did not think your little joke was all the @#$@#$ funny! The engineer says "what joke?" and is told how one of the rig hands had found the hard hat cover down the slope into the flare pit and waked down to retrieve it. Picked it up and was rewarded with the contents spilling on him a bit. At least he didn't put it on his head!! That really would have been funny!

I used to work in the field for a large Oilfield Service Company. One of the company legends involves taking a crap outside of a lease. In many cases, there was no bathroom anywhere near the wellsite, which caused the occasional trip into the woods. In winter, this also included lots of snow. On day, an operator leaves the truck to go take care of business. He walks out into the snowy woods and drops his coveralls, being very careful to make sure no part of his very nice winter coveralls, or worse yet, hood are hanging behind him. He finishes his business and does what we all do, look behind him. To discover nothing. No hole in the snow, no evidence at all of what he knows should be there. He then begins to carefully check his coveralls to see if the unthinkable had happened, but no evidence of any unwanted messes. He is very unsure what to do as he knows it has to be somewhere, and he still suspects the coveralls. As he is standing there perplexed, he hears a slight snicker from behind him. He looks and standing behind a big tree is his engineer holding a long handled shovel he had stashed in his truck for such an occasion!

That was me marking my damn territory and trying to keep your sneaky ass out of it!!