Friday, September 28, 2012
There is nothing like a plan without a plan when it comes to putting the finishing touches on a fishing trip. Sometimes it all comes together, sometimes it doesn't but when the journey is more important than the destination...things usually work out just fine. 'Tis the case for my most recent journey into the unknown with some buddies and a river in Canada.
The plan was for my boys to drive and me to sleep in the truck and we were going to get a guide for a few days. No luck with finding a guide resulted in the change of plan to take my boat up to the Bow instead. Half way there, I made a pit stop and drove away with a borrowed jet boat and a desperate need for a map.
Along the way, I sent various emails to a host of places and ended up getting a callback from a little lodge on the lower river that was just closing for the season. Sounded cool, but there wasn't a workaround so we wrote it off. Turns out, one of their guides calls me near Shelby and says he's in for joining us for the day at no cost provided he gets to do some fishing. And the plan began to take shape.The lodge is called the River Ranche, check it out for something different sometime, cool setting, lodging, river, and people.
We ended up getting into Calgary around 10 that night to find that there were very few to no hotel rooms in Calgary. A quick call to expedia.com found us some sweet suites at the Travel lodge and that was settled.
Now for the bigger issues like working a jet boat, not getting lost, reading new water, BS'in with Indians, eating donuts, and hopefully catching some fish. The 4 of us bombed up the river around noon in an uneventful first ascent. Very few rising fish (it had been lights out until we got there) and even less love on a streamer or nymph rig. However, the thrill of the unknown and lure of new water was enough to satiate the crew for the day.
That whole thing would have been a good to have on video. We got the fish, let it go and all kind of stood around dumbfounded by how our luck had changed and our crazy little adventure seemed much more rational in hindsight.
In the end, as we drove home all of yesterday, the thought that rumbled around my head was how lucky I am to have lived this life.