The first night in camp the winds, snow and rains howled up from Fernie through our camp site and blew the tents down. We had to lower our jacks to stabilize our camper but were cozy letting the rain and winds put us to sleep. Our Canadians brethrens were not do lucky and in the morning Jim who rises early was busy adjusting his guy lines from a downed tent. He did not get a lot of sleep but he was ready to fish the Elk. I looked for Scott and heard a moan in the back of his pickup. He crawl forth from his truck shell blue jeans wet from the driving rain that crept inside his camper shell. Scott was all smiles. Just another day in British Colombia. He lit a cig, fired up the Coleman and was around the campfire coffee and cig in hand. He always found the silver lining
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| Ellen casting to a pool that held Bull Char and Cutthroats |
Ellen and I felt like one of the "Three Little Piggy's" who made his house from bricks. I fired up the Yamaha eu3000 inverter and handed out espresso to all, the camp was right and plans drawn up to attack the river. Jim and Scott would float and Ellen and I would meet them down river for a shuttle.
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| A strong wild Cuttie taken on a #6 foam hopper. |
They were off when Ellen and I drove to the lower landing rigged up or 5 weights and looked for pools that might hold trout. Ellen first cast on the Elk brought a strong Cutthroat up and the fight was on. All smiles Ellen landed the wild trout and after several more fish we went back to wait for the floater.
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| Scoot on the left and Jim in his new pontoon boat |
We finished mid afternoon and after picking up Jim and Scott who floated some wild stretches we headed back to camp where we had been slow cooking a rice mushroom chicken supper on a dutch oven .
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| Adding water to our dutch oven supper |
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