Friday Mr. Squash and I took the day off to go on our annual search for Dolly Varden, or Bull Trout as some call them, returning to spawn. We first discovered them quite by accident one fall may years ago. We were on the river fishing and had a bit of a disagreement. Mr. Squash headed down river and I decided to stay where I was for a while. After a bit of a cooling off period, I thought I would join him down river. I started walking down and saw a very dark mass moving toward me in the water. The river was too low for it to be anything like the Loch Ness Monster, so I waited patiently as it moved toward me. When I realized it was a mass of very large trout I could barely contain my excitement. I could see Mr. Squash and waited until I got his attention. Once he saw me I was alternately waving to him to come back and also trying to tell him to tred softly and quietly so as not to scare the fish...it was quite a sight trying to pantomime this several hundred yards away! The rest of the day was incredible - we saw the Dolly's all up and down the river and totally forgot about any disagreement! They are quite large and really aren't interested in any type of lure you might present - they just want to get back to their birthplace to spawn.
Every year around this time we go back to this long stretch of river hoping to find the Dollys. We never see anyone else other than an occasional black bear out here and the elusive Dolly. The photo below is looking back on where we went in - about a half mile below. To give you some perspective, the river covers all the bare rock you see in the late spring when the snow begins to melt.The deep pool below is where we almost always find the Dolly's pooling up as they wait for the water to rise. No one was home this trip! It may not look deep in the photo, but the green water is an indication of how deep it is. The river is about as low as we've ever seen it this year as we had a dry summer. Alas, we probably won't see the Dollys this year as the weather is now turning cold and fishing is pretty much over for the season.
Check out the gorgeous mushrooms I found growing on a tree the forest service had removed from a log jam.
Here is Mr. Squash throwing one of his last casts of the season. We each caught a couple of small trout for the day - pretty slim pickings for this stretch of river.
Click on the photo below. Off in the distance you'll see a hillside which is really where the trail slid off a couple of years ago. This is how we had to exit the river! We call it Rambo Goes Fishing! Actually, it isn't as bad as it looks. We just had to pick our way over some rocks and downed trees to get up to the old trail.
When we finally got back to the car we couldn't resist going back in where we started and throwing a few more casts - it was really a gorgeous day! I caught my fly on a tree overhead and had to break my tippet to get unsnared, so I found a nice rock and waited for Mr. Squash to finish. As nice a day as it was I was wearing three layers of clothing just to stay warm!
On the real estate front, we were supposed to have a showing yesterday. We waited all day and no one came! It was quite disappointing. But as I was composing this, I got a call that we have another showing from a different realtor today! We hope this is a sign that things are picking up as people try to take last minute advantage of the tax credit!