dust began to settle in the corral once again, and I could make
out a new set of long ears in the moonlight. The mules were
somewhat waspy it seemed and must have known that they were
going to be put to work. It was an hour before daylight which
gave us plenty of time to catch the remuda before it was light
enough to start saddling up. 13, 14, or maybe even 15 head would
get us up the mountain. Probably the latter since we would be
loaded heavy with all of the float tubes and fishing gear, and
an extra half of a mule just to carry old Larry's bedroll and
pillow. Well, it would not be long once we got headed up the
trail, but we still had a few hours of preparation and then
we would be off.
were headed on a pack trip up into the "Winds" on
a high country fly fishing expedition. The head count was eight,
and it was going to take a good number of four legged critters
to get us to the top. Our destination was any lake that was
home to the exalted Golden trout. This trip had started off
to be a payback to my Father-in law who had done an extensive
amount of work on our home since we started construction, and
I had promised him a fishing trip up in the high country with
an open invitation to any of his friends. Larry, Vernon, Don,
Charlie, Ron, Ben, Calvin and I were the fisherman for this
trip and 15 head of mules and horses were our mode of transportation.
Every man was in charge of a meal and the menu was planned with
such fine entrees as T-Bone Steaks, Pork Chops and Spaghetti.
The food list was not complete without a huge tub of Mrs. Ginger
Bread's (Don's Wife) fine baked cookies of which I believe I
ate more than my share of. All the grub was packed in two trucks
and trailers along with 4 tents, Larry's new stove and oven,
and all of the other important ingredients that we thought would
make this a great trip.
ascent up the mountain was underway and things had been running
rather smoothly. Melvin the mule had even minded his manners
as the greeny of the bunch and just stood there as we must have
loaded nearly 100 lbs of sleeping paraphernalia for Larry. There
must have been some pajamas in there somewhere but none the
less I'll bet he slept very comfortable. 4 ½ hours later
we arrived at Neal Lake where I was sure the fishing would be
excellent even though we would have a short day ride to get
to the Golden at Elbow Lake. Everyone pitched in to make camp
so we could hit the lake before dark. Then we got the news.
Elbow Lake was going to be postponed due to the bridge being
replaced on Elbow Creek. The Forest Service had been courteous
enough to stop in and check out our outfit and let us know about
the situation. Lord knows we would have found a way to get across
the creek but anyone who has spent time in this country knows
that if the bridge is out at Elbow Creek there is no other way
to get horses across the creek unless they can fly. The golden
would be spared for this trip but it did take a little wind
out of our sails as everyone had their heart set on this fine
trophy. But fishing goes on and it was not long before we wet
a few flies down at Neil and landed a few pan size. I guess
the big ones were just holding out.
2 came along and a few of us decided to head up to Heart and
hook into some rainbows. The hike was not far but it sure seemed
a lot farther when you have your waders, float tube, flippers,
and day pack. Come to find out it certainly was not worth the
hike either because the lake only produced 3 fish for the five
determined fisherman who made the trip. Charlie and Ronnie talked
themselves into heading back to get the pork chops out for the
evening meal and Ben and I decided to hike on down to the outlet
and pick Calvin up for an excursion down to Godfrey which was
only minutes away. Some of you may know that I am a very amateur
fisherman and that my Father-in-Law, Charlie, is a very seasoned
fisherman. You may also know that when Charlie out fishes you,
which happens on a regular bases, that he rubs it in a little.
Well I am here to tell the world that on August 19, 2002 I slayed
the fish on Godfrey Lake while my Father-in-Law took a nap in
his tent. He may never admit to it but his good friend, Calvin,
was there as my witness and did not do too shabby himself. It
was a great afternoon and we must have caught over 60 fish in
about 2 hours between three of us. One of those days I will
remember for the rest of my life. It just so happened that when
we made it back to camp for dinner that we had to go down to
Neil Lake and show both Charlie and Larry the proper technique
in catching Cutthroat Trout in the high mountain lakes. Days
like that are all too short, but there were still two days left
on the trip.
here for Part II
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