Saturday was our last day of fishing for Mother Feiker and myself.
The weather was great, with 70s' for the air temp, and NO RAIN. We agian signed up for the 3-mile to Bighorn float, and probably didn't need to. We floated down river for only five minutes when we pulled to a bank to fish at the old school house to LOTS of rising fish. We could have walked that. They were fun, tricky, and hungry all at once. Some would take comparaduns, some took midges, others only took parachutes, a couple took a trico pattern I had that I snipped the tails off of. It was a smorgesboard. We fished that spot for way too long, but it was hard not to when they kept biting. finally at 2pm we moved on as we still had another 9.75 miles of river to float.
We found several more areas of rising fish, that we successfully harrassed before and after the Bay of Pigs, and we also had some luck by the Twenty Dollar hole. There were other places that we could have fished as well, but we pretty much determined our stops by who ever needed to pee. You may be laughing, but that what we did. And it worked out and we caught lots of trout that way.
It was great that we could end the week on a good note....but wait. Did someone forget to arrange a shuttle for us? When we got to the landing, both my vehicle and Andersons' vehicle were not at the landing. I know we asked for a shuttle as I made the arrangements and gave Thor the keys. Great. Effed again! Luckily three guys that had pulled in to the landing offered me a ride back to camp so that I could try to resolve our little surprise. I grabbed Kurt, got the keys the keys that were still in the fly shop...something of an explainaition that was offered by the camp hosts of "they had a dabacle" and missed voicemails between the shop closing in the morning and reopening in the afternoon and three vehicles were not shuttled as a result of the communication breakdown. Well, we had two of the three vehicles. So in effect, effed again...twice.
Really though I had to blame the Bob's. Both have had thier history of shuttle debacles and they happen to share this expierence with me for good sport I guess. They've both had issues at the Bighorn a few times, then there was the time at the bass outing two years ago when everyone forgot about them, and then there was the Brule where the Canadian forgot the key in the first truck so they couldn't get in the one at the second truck. So they are pretty much seasoned veterens in this situation.
Anyway, everything worked out, we got the boats back to camp, had a bloody mary with our dinner - it was taco night! And just hung out for awhile out on the patio lauging about lots stuff including the "shuttle debacle."
Sunday we packed up, showered, paid our tabs, and were on the road by 10:30am. I dropped off Bob at his place just after 1:00AM Monday morning, and I was home about 2:00am. Jen woke up and we started talking about the week for a little bit and then...a big flash and the power went out at 2:30AM. Effed again...