South Fork Float

I have been on a lot of fishing trips, but the float/camp trip down the Canyon section of the South Fork of the Snake has to top the charts to date. Our adventure began as an idea to take Jordan on one last farewell trip before he left on his mission to Iowa where there is pretty much no fly fishing. So we loaded up the shaky Jeep and were on our way. (Travis, Liz and Jordan) We got to the SF Outfitters Lodge at about 4 pm paid for a shuttle and got some info and were on our way to the Bridge put in. The first day of fishing produced just as we hoped. It was non stop dry fly fishing for hungry Cutts on PMDs and PMD Emergers. We stopped on a few promising gravel bars and they all produced a few fish.

We finally reached our river side campsite well after dark. It was ok because we had some good tinfoil dinners on the menu and a chance to just sit back and relax. (Liz read Twilight the whole trip)

The second day was very similar to the last with Cutty after Cutty hitting PMDs and Hoppers.

That night all of the camping spots were taken so we found our own private side stream and spent the night. Every thing about the spot was perfect. The fish were rising to Caddis that evening and there was a great bend just down stream that produced some nice fish. The only problem was the place was haunted with crazy animals. That tried to kill us. Here's the story, after we had a tasty dinner of Texas Tacos, Liz decided to call it a night. But Jordan and I hung out by the camp talking about missions and life. Out of no where we heard some crashing through the bushes and next thing we knew it we had a stampede of Moose trying to run through our camp. First was the baby which was still big. We jumped to our feet and Jordan yelled at it like it was a cow. Then shortly after it's mother followed and almost ran over Liz sleeping in the tent. We were both scared to death and wondered why they would be running at us like that. After some rock tosses to make sure they were gone. I told Jordan I was ready for bed and went in the tent with Liz, while Jordan was left sleeping outside with all the crazy animals. The next morning he said it was by far one of the scariest nights he has ever had.

The highlight of the day was when Jordan won our competition and caught a 23 inch Cutt on a size 22 gray soft hackle. It was sweet! Another crazy thing was seeing Ziedee and his white honey being very open in their love life as we pasted by their beached boat. "Hey guys, those guys are naked!" "Jordan your wrong, Liz look at the camp number in the binoculars" "They are naked!" "Liz quit looking in the binoculars" It was pretty dang funny. The rest of the trip was full of fish rising to Hoppers and just good old conversation. This trip opened my eyes to the world of float camp trip. Now I will constantly wish I was floating the SF in pursuit of rising trout and campfire stories. This trip we caught hundreds of fish all on dry flies.