by Randal Sumner
11/01/2002
I never took my kids to Disneyland; instead we often vacationed
near the great trout streams of the American west. I took some guff
from the kids over the years, but nothing a sensitive trout bum
couldn’t handle. As you know by now faithful reader I am not a crowd
kind of guy, and going to visit the Big Mouse was not in the cards.
My wife Liz and I just returned from our annual week in Idaho,
fishing the St Joe River. I fish and she sits in the river on a
lawn chair reading, we have wine and snacks precisely at 5: 00 pm
followed by a fine meal then a little more late evening dry fly
fishing. This is about as good as it gets in this life. Amazing
in fact. For you not familiar with the St. Joe, it is a gin clear
masterpiece flowing though a cedar forest and is full of west slope
cutthroat trout. These are particularly beautiful fish and I find
myself tempted once in awhile to take a couple back to camp and
roast them over the open fire. The fishing is easy; my tackle is
a spool of 4x tippet and six dry flies fitted nicely into a shirt
pocket, wading boots, shorts and a hat. My fishing strategy is get
out of the truck and start walking up river, all the places there
should be fish there are fish. Its tiring work but I’ll take it,
I need this kind of fishing once in a while, its why I started fly
fishing in the first place. So many times we find our selves in
the Serious Big Fish water trying to figure out the right combination
to catch fish were going to release anyway. It can turn you into
some weird kind of Zen monk/philosopher/bonehead scientist, which
is not all bad but I need some contrast in my fishing. After a week
or so I’ve had enough of the Joe for another year, grateful that
such places still exist. Amazing! You would think a fishery of this
caliber would be crowded with anglers, and on the weekends it is
busier but there are still miles of water to fish alone. Sometimes
when your deep in the shade of the cedars casting big flies to willing
trout it might be nice to have some company, but probably not. This
is the kind of place that one can recalibrate the boundaries of
there fly fishing journey and for me fishing is still big fun, best
done alone.
Do I have any fishing tips for the St. Joe? Take some flies, any
flies. When we got back home there was of course a big pile of mail
on the table and in among the garbage was a postcard from my daughter
Anna and her husband George, it was cutout Mickey Mouse and on the
back she wrote,” Dad- I just wanted to send you a little mouse to
say Hello! We are having a great time and I’m so glad that this
is my first time here (so a great big thanks to you) I love you.
Annie” So trout bums remember when you do the right thing it always
works out. Amazing!