South Fork of the Snake
There is often a difference between being a good boater and being a good guide. By Fall, I reach a point where the Salmon is all but memorized - every hole, every run, even individual cutthroat in their lay behind “that one rock on river right.”
So I shake myself out of my own brain ruts by visiting a river I don’t know. The South Fork of the Snake spills through a part of Idaho I had always written off as suburban. But in truth, it’s the edge of the vast Yellowstone ecosystem. We shared our trip with moose, eagles and osprey - and more than one sunburnt guide. In a lot of ways we were unprepared - boating without a river map and tipping over our morning coffee more than once. Just because you’re comfortable in one river canyon, doesn’t mean the next one doesn’t have a lesson to teach.
It’s always good to get back to myself this time of year, to who I am as an angler, and this trip helped do just that.
Shot on a Nikon3200.