As best I know, I’ve never met Gary Metras. I’ve read the interview in this blog about him. And he’s been kind enough to comment on an article I’ve written. I watched a YouTube video that featured him so I’d know what he looked like in case I ever happened upon him on a river.
The Day After the First Day Back
I slept in the back of my truck. ¾” plywood covered in marine carpeting kept me sleeping dry. A homemade setup underneath my camper shell. Another forest service road and another after that had found me a safe spot to camp after the yesterday’s storms. To me, everything after yesterday was icing on top. I
The First Day Back
Night was falling, elk were dashing through the forest, and there I was admiring the moon coming in over the sharp canyons hemming me in. Then as I was slowly stripping the last bugger I had on my person, dozens of miles from the nearest shop, thousands of miles from my fly tying kit, something
Some Tricos
Well, I finally ran into some Trico activity. I got up at 3:30 am and staked a spot before dawn. To kill time, I threw a bobber at a likely spot, and an 18″ buck brown took a nymph (video here). At mid-morning, some fish started to rise. Some Caddis were emerging as well some