Dylan's brown was a head thumpin S.O.B. !!!
The canyon always brings something wild to the table as it is full of almost unreal wild life situations...
Today we seen a massive hatch of little water snakes or garden snakes what ever they are called. Completely harmless but plentiful. We probably seen 50 or so of the little things. We also came around a corner to see a mother and father goose leading 5 baby's across the river while touching feathers the whole way as I am sure that there was a 6th that got munched by a hungry ol brownie or swiped up by an eagle. Also seen a mess of lizards crawling the warm walls of the canyon. Last we heard a big rock falling from above causing us to take cover down hill from a big tree just in case the rock was coming all the way down, it did stop above us a few hundred feet sending little pebbles bouncing in to the river.
Last there was another angler who I can't help but mention, A fellow that I have seen before and always starts his day at the same place. I don't want to take anything away from the guy but I have learned so much from him and have never even been on the same side of the river as the guy.
First off, every time I look up he is tying knots in his rig and and that's fine but one day I began to think of how much time a guy can spend doing that in a day on the water and how much fishing time is lost. Now if this guy is tying because he's so tangled that he has to bite it all apart and start over time and time again then well.... Bummer! Now if he's re rigging because of the fishing situation that he is facing, then that's fine too but a lot of time can be waisted there as well... Its not the re rigging that got me thinking its also the body language of the fellow as you can just plain see the frustration all the way to the way he walks. Always irritated or frustrated in some way. Today I seen him coming down the river shortly before sun rise and not too sure footed for a younger grown man, the terrain isn't all that rough but it sure isn't easy... as the frustration built I seen him take a slip on the other side of the river and I heard that nasty sound of a fly rod hitting the rocks, I clinched my jaw for him and he made his way to his favorite hole where he stood there tying knots the hole time. We pulled two of the three fish that we caught and here he came to fish directly across the river from us in hopes that maybe it was just the spot that we were fishing. Un-effected by somebody fishing straight across the river from me, I continued to fish my little run. Then all of the sudden I see 7 1/2 feet of fly rod go flying into the river, followed by a frustrated and uncoordinated scramble for the broken pieces of rod from the water... Now the frustrated man, is pretty pissed off as he has just broken a fly rod worth 500 bucks. I know the value because as he stomped off he told everybody he passed what had happened. He stomped all the way to his truck where he told the story again to the guy parked next to him... He quickly grabbed another rod from the truck and ran back down the river where he stood there for an hour tying on the bugs and the stomped right through a run to fish a rock!... This dude probably loves to fish as much as the next guy and I respect that! Dude in the red truck: you are my model for not wasting time on the river and fishing instead!
As luck would have it!