Simms
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Hey Boys,
This morning I left at 6am and headed west on route 2...I arrived at the FIFE section with plenty of time, so I carefully set up my boat and adjusted some things I was too lazy to do so while on the water. As I was waiting, the whitewater rafting companies and their inept guests began to set up. Fellow guide and friend, Tom Harrison, pulled up with two clients, so he launched and got ready as well as we waiting for Transcanada to begin the release.
The morning started out hitting quite a few fish. Tom and I would leap frog, leaving him enough water in between us to make it worth while. More times than none I stayed behind him (insert joke here) as he was the one with clients. I dont like stepping on toes (AHAHAHAHA). Fish were crushing chubbys, dirt snakes, and small bad heads all dropped from the bend of the chubbys/foam bodies. Fish were found in the trademark seams/runs/pools, but due to it being a tailwater, fish are really everywhere whether its 2'' deep or 20 feet. Caught some fish in some SKINNNNNY water.
Tubers began to pour down river. While one would think this would effect negatively, it actually makes it "easier". It pushes fish to the banks. So we just runt he banks ont he crowded day, dropping stuff right off the grass. Its bonkers.
SO i realease my 4th or 5th brownie of the day and put my rod in the holder as I wanted to reposition. As I took my hand off the handle to grap the sticks, the size 2 BARBED hook got lodged in the meat next to the nail on my thumb. A few colorful expletives were utters, a few shots of Woodford Reserve were consumed, then I ripped it out. Shortly there after, I see, in slow motion, my camer slip out of my dry bag, and PLOOP. right in Carbis Bend, the deepest whole in this stretch. FUCK.
We whacked a few more fish but then it turned from bright sunshine to LIGHTENING. Tom and I back our boats in a back eddy and got out to wait out the storm. It never stopped. It rained so hard, I couldn't believe it. It honeslt rained the hardest I've ever seen it rain in my entire life. Trees began to blow down everywhere and when we saw WHOLE trees floating past us int he river, we knew we would not be going any farther. The rivr was rising rapidly and the color was now that of dog shit taco. Luckily we were only a few yards upstream of a spot we call "grassy beach", so we stuck out thumbs out (after waiting 2 hrs for the trees to be cleared) and got a ride to the trucks. Came back, loaded up and went home. Float was cut short 3 miles. Another somewhat FAIL of a float in two weeks hahaha Oh well. Wish I could get pics of some more fish, but the camera went in pretty early. Time to begin my reseearch on cameras.
Enjoy!
This morning I left at 6am and headed west on route 2...I arrived at the FIFE section with plenty of time, so I carefully set up my boat and adjusted some things I was too lazy to do so while on the water. As I was waiting, the whitewater rafting companies and their inept guests began to set up. Fellow guide and friend, Tom Harrison, pulled up with two clients, so he launched and got ready as well as we waiting for Transcanada to begin the release.
The morning started out hitting quite a few fish. Tom and I would leap frog, leaving him enough water in between us to make it worth while. More times than none I stayed behind him (insert joke here) as he was the one with clients. I dont like stepping on toes (AHAHAHAHA). Fish were crushing chubbys, dirt snakes, and small bad heads all dropped from the bend of the chubbys/foam bodies. Fish were found in the trademark seams/runs/pools, but due to it being a tailwater, fish are really everywhere whether its 2'' deep or 20 feet. Caught some fish in some SKINNNNNY water.
Tubers began to pour down river. While one would think this would effect negatively, it actually makes it "easier". It pushes fish to the banks. So we just runt he banks ont he crowded day, dropping stuff right off the grass. Its bonkers.
SO i realease my 4th or 5th brownie of the day and put my rod in the holder as I wanted to reposition. As I took my hand off the handle to grap the sticks, the size 2 BARBED hook got lodged in the meat next to the nail on my thumb. A few colorful expletives were utters, a few shots of Woodford Reserve were consumed, then I ripped it out. Shortly there after, I see, in slow motion, my camer slip out of my dry bag, and PLOOP. right in Carbis Bend, the deepest whole in this stretch. FUCK.
We whacked a few more fish but then it turned from bright sunshine to LIGHTENING. Tom and I back our boats in a back eddy and got out to wait out the storm. It never stopped. It rained so hard, I couldn't believe it. It honeslt rained the hardest I've ever seen it rain in my entire life. Trees began to blow down everywhere and when we saw WHOLE trees floating past us int he river, we knew we would not be going any farther. The rivr was rising rapidly and the color was now that of dog shit taco. Luckily we were only a few yards upstream of a spot we call "grassy beach", so we stuck out thumbs out (after waiting 2 hrs for the trees to be cleared) and got a ride to the trucks. Came back, loaded up and went home. Float was cut short 3 miles. Another somewhat FAIL of a float in two weeks hahaha Oh well. Wish I could get pics of some more fish, but the camera went in pretty early. Time to begin my reseearch on cameras.
Enjoy!
