History says my father and I try to take a trip every autumn for the end of the fishing season. We've fished in Alaska a bunch and most recently have been going to Montana at the end of summer. This year we planned to do the same.
But Montana weather is fickle. Instead of dry, slightly chilly days perfect for floating a river, the forecast was for life-threatening snow and cold temperatures. Even the guide was relieved when we called to cancel. Of course, we still had to go fishing so...
Eastern Washington! The fishing is always good, the weather is usually good, and it's half the distance and time as driving to Montana. Also, no Class 3 Kill-Storm anywhere in sight.
Also, no fish. Well, no fish for me.
Sure, it's called "fishing," not "catching." If you wanted to just catch fish you should use bait. Without the bad days you won't recognize the good days. All true. It still sucks when you spend the weekend paddling about on lakes hoping to catch something and get skunked. Even worse when your father doesn't.
So instead I took a lot of pictures. Eastern Washington is beautiful and full of wildlife. Without all the trees, it's a lot easier to see them. Of course, I'd rather have taken pictures of huge fish, but maybe next time.
