It May Feel Like Winter, But It's Still Officially Fall

What does it mean to be a steelhead fisherman in Idaho in November?

It means quiet man-time on the beautiful river, rich in color … being one with God … just man and pole … no cares to their name.

It’s just the lonely fisherman and the quiet lapping of the river against the pull of the fish. 

Errrrcccchhhhh! OR NOT!

It’s crazy out there!!! There’s the fly fisherman in the water every few feet, the bait fisherman on the banks every few inches and the inevitable untangling of the lines to determine who’s hook is actually in the mouth of any given fish … but to any fisherman at this time of the year, it is a beautiful and necessary thing! Idaho Fish and Game, you really know how to make a guy happy. 🙂 This next picture is taken just above the ripples at the top of the picture above. If you look closely, there is a man with a young child backpacked to his back! In the picture below he was trying to cross the river at the deepest place with the strongest current and my heart stopped beating just watching the scene and what consequences could happen at any moment. I watched as a few other fisherman reeled in their lines in watch of him as well. He got further to the right shore than what you see below when he finally turned around and went back. I wanted to scream “Thank you!!!” If any of you know this man tell him he about gave me a heart attack worrying about that baby on his back! He does add to the picture though, don’t you think? The river was gorgeous.

Just above the river from the first picture are these serene waters. How come no one fishes up here? I’ve been watching this event for years and the guys say there’s no steelhead up here. How is that even possible?

This is my hubs. Just try to tell me he’s not handsome!

This is my son. My “like-father-like son” son.

And this is the hubs and our friend, Jim. I was disappointed to not get a great fish shot … you know where they jump out of the water all cool-like. I was glad, however, to see two friends in a bonding moment. God created relationships and He is everywhere … in every thing … at every moment. God moments, man-time, the cold, the river, the unity, the thrill of the catch, it’s a beautiful thing.

I go every year to watch the experience. It never turned out that I was there when a fish was being caught by my son or hubs though. Dratz. It did happen, but I didn’t see it. There’s always next year. Love you Babe. Love you son. XXOO

Linda Johnston - December 8, 2011 - 3:50 PM

Such handsome “he-men”! - December 8, 2011 - 4:44 PM

What cool pics and coments. You rock babe!

Aubrey - December 8, 2011 - 5:33 PM

Love these expressive shots of your guys. The fall colors are still going strong up here too, just gorgeous!

Cathie Alonzo - December 8, 2011 - 6:11 PM

Rudy would have loved sharing time and the river with those guys!

Megan - December 8, 2011 - 8:36 PM

You totally got me on the opening lines…I was thinking “Huh? It’s crazy down there!”.

Gorgeous pics of the river!

LoraLee - December 8, 2011 - 10:00 PM

Dear Mary, these pictures are just fantastic, especially with those fellas in it!! What beautiful shots of the river, water and the trees. You are awesome Honey!
We received your Christmas card today, what a great picture! What a change it will be next year!!! Busy, busy, busy!
Can’t wait to meet the cutie pies!
We are leaving for Susan’s next Friday, stay overnight and in Sat. Brenda is flying in and will stay until Christmas eve. We are looking forward to getting there and having a great time together. We will keep in touch.
Merry Christmas!
LoraLee and Lee - December 8, 2011 - 10:22 PM

That’s sweet Cathie and yes he would! - December 8, 2011 - 10:24 PM

Have a wonderful time … we’ll be thinking of you all and praying for Susan. Love, Mary

Matt Mouser - December 9, 2011 - 8:22 AM

Man what great pictures mom. It was a lot of fun this year fishing with dad. Brings back old fishing memories of wading the river at deadwood near Cathedral Pines, the river into Stanley lake, the stream and Edna Creek, the river at Silver Creek. I miss fishing big fish with him on the river up north. Thanks for the comments. Love ya. - December 9, 2011 - 9:10 AM

What a wonderful comment Matt. It meant so much to me but will even mean more to your dad. Love ya right back. MOM - December 14, 2011 - 4:37 PM

These are some of the best pic’s yet. Dad

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