Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Two days ago I was driving to a local fly shop here in Missoula to get new fly line put on my fly reels. I usually replace the line on my reels fairly often, especially the ones my guests use. These lines get used heavily and that's what they are for. Every now and then one of my guys in my boat will complain "my fly line is sinking, or it looks dirty," they say! My usual reply is "the line is pretty new line, but if you look down under you wading shoes you can see you've been standing on the line for half the day, and the last muddy bank you dredged through dirtied up the line considerably."
Well by the end of this week I will be a Instagramming, Tumbling, Tweeting, Twittering, Linkdin, Hashtagging###, facebooking MOFO!
I just hope my new arriving device doesn't interfere with my World of Tanks, Halo, or upcoming Madden battle time! That would be a travesty!
A New Boat coming soon!!!!!
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Hi friends, family, enemies, and anyone else who is bored enough to read my blog.
I remember being sixteen and it was the first year I raced a full season of motocross. I was going to be a junior in high school that fall. It was the first year since 7th grade that I couldn't play football because of a destroyed rotator cuff from a mx crash. Every time I'd hit some one, or try to make a tackle, my shoulder would pop out if it's socket. Most of the time I couldn't get it back in place by myself and someone would have to yank it back into place for me. It hurt worse than anything you can imagine, the first couple of times you would have thought somebody ripped your arm off and was holding it above them as a grotesque trophy like a Viking warrior might do during battle, or maybe just for fun!
|January 2016 Holter dam, it beat's sitting at home!|
Any way the best memory of the year and maybe my life up to that point, was when my Dad gave me a big pat on my back and a hug after I finally won a moto and an overall race after getting my ass kicked most of the season! I dug down deep, worked hard, and persevered in what I still feel today is arguably the toughest and most competitive sport in the world. But that's an argument for people who only observe my sport and probably played golf, soccer, wrestled, played football or something, while they watched other sports on TV.
Now to my current Sweet Sixteen. 2016 will be my sixteenth year as a licensed Montana Fishing and Hunting guide. I took a break in 2014 and didn't guide very much, went back to my roots racing MX. I had a awesome year, but ended up crashing and breaking my back after winning a Montana state motocross championship.
We'll thanks to my Scandinavian ancestry or stubborn toughness, I was able to once again persevere last season. I rowed my drift boat another 150 days with clients, like I'd done in previous years. The reason I say I struggled is often I felt like one of my Viking descendants buried his axe in my upper back. That's the spot where a handy neurosurgeon fused some vertebrae and installed a bunch of shiny, unseen titanium. Luckily as I plugged away everything felt better eventually and by the end of the season I felt pretty much normal, and happy to still be a functioning biped.
Well here we Go 2016, Joe Cummings and I went to the MO last week and did a little fishing and floating. Headhunter's ran our shuttle, the temps got up in the high 30's and we stuck some MO rainbows. A great day spent with an old friend, the drive over and back was nice just talking about the past and future to come on a scenic drive across the majestic great divide/ Rogers Pass.
I feel happy to be back in the Saddle again and I can't wait to see you guys. I am also getting committed to blogging again if you guys get bored, check it!
|The Bitterroot River in February is a lonely place!|
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Hey guys, I've been guiding the last 6 or 7 days and the fishing has been interesting. Dropper fishing is good in soft water. Dry fly fishing is ok in some spots, not great yet. I'm running a little late so I'll give you a better report later, picking up lunch and clients here in a few minutes.
I've only been on the bitter root, awesome river though.
I've only been on the bitter root, awesome river though.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Joe insists that if we get going early and row from Bell to Stevi by the time we get to Mitchell slough the snow should be falling perfect for the snow shot according to the weather forecast anyway. I'm like "what the fuck is a snow shot". Joe has become an excellent photographer but I'll be damned if I want to freeze my ass off and wait for the perfect light from in incoming blizzard! Apparently there is something to this photo game that I don't understand, I feel like my $200.00 kodak does the job. So Joe says "if we can get one more guy then that will work for the ice out photo shoot". I asked a few of my buddies to go, but I felt like I was Charles Manson asking a father if I can take his daughter to the prom. Most of my answers were "are you effing crazy, you'll freeze your' balls off!" Any way luckily nobody else wanted to go so it looked as if we'd be staying home, so I thought.
The next morning I slept in a little bit and I noticed I missed a phone call from Joe. I called him back and he's like "lets go, Caleb and I have the boat ready." I asked my wife real nice if she'd drive our shuttle and she's awesome and said she would so we went fishing after all.
Joe didn't get the perfect snow shot, the elusive snow pictorial didn't poke it's head out of the clouds to get whacked. I did get yelled at once because I didn't hold the fish properly as I released it for the perfect eye, ear, nose, throat, and ice shot, which seems to be almost as hard to capture as the snow shot!
I was bundled up like the kid from 'A Christmas Story' when his mom put so many clothes on him that he couldn't move his arms. Well I was extremely unagile and I fell out of the boat and almost got soaked in ice water but thanks to Caleb I stayed dry. Joe and Caleb, mostly Joe teased me saying that I'm old, awkward, and slow. Yes I am old, awkward, and slow especially when it's 36 degrees, the wind's blowing, and there's no damn SNOW! I think I'll start doing some yoga to loosen up and hopefully not get made fun of. It was fun catching some trout! Stay as warm and fishy as you can!
Friday, February 13, 2015
My good friend Craig and I drove to Craig, (MT town), and fished the MO for a couple of days.
I wanted to break in my new boat and Craig wanted to swing up some fish on his spey rod. He can really bomb line out across the river with that thing, I wanted to try it but I was afraid to embarrass myself. A good caster like Craig can effortlessly shoot 100 feet of line and make it look simple.
The trout weren't really on the chase so we broke out the nymph rigs and stuck some real nice rainbows. It was fun winter fishing with early summer weather. Today the temps hit 62 degrees. A freaking awesome day!! There weren't many people on the river and it was a fun trip. Stop into Headhunters if you're in Craig, they'll hook you up with the right bugs and whatever else you might need.
Our best nymph was the amex czech size 12 in slower water with a 8 ft leader to the 1st fly. Scuds were working and so was Ray Charles!
I dig my new Eddy, thanks Clackacraft for helping out the guide community, my family and I bombed down to ID Falls and grabbed my boat last week.
Get out there when you can.
Monday, January 26, 2015
|We had a Scandinavian supper in Hamilton at the Lutheran Church, Jan 2015.|
My Grandpa John, my mothers' dad, was born in Norway and moved to North Dakota in 1899. My paternal grandfather was 100% Danish. In theory I should be a MN Vikings fan right, nope I'm a Packers fan! I really dig lutefisk, lefse, and every sweet Danish roll in the world.
Any way my clients were complaining about the wind a little bit, unfortunately that day I picked a 14 mile float to stay ahead of other guides. As I dodged my clients poor attempts to cast a stonefly into a 30 MPH wind, I imagined my self as a young Viking, thwarting a weak counter attack by the Irish. As we invaded their homeland the Irish were winging harmless arrows in the direction of my viking buddies and I. Once we dis embarked and were on solid land the race would be on to find and take the prettiest women back with us to Norway. I joke with my father in law Dave, who is real proud of his Irish ancestry, that with the exception of his daughter, my ancestors took all of the pretty women from Ireland back to Norway! then "Smack, ouch, W.T.F " now I'm pulling a # 10 skwala pattern out of my ear. I wish I would have remembered to pinch the barb! I guess those Irish arrows are a little dangerous after all!
|2014 was a blast racing MX with my family, I took 1st in MT in 40 trophy class!|
I Bless God and thank him every day for giving me another chance to work, be mobile, throw a ball to my kids, and work out with my wife (In the gym).
Yesterday was my first float trip since my injury and I rowed happily down the Bitterroot River, my back felt good. My kids caught some fish, we eagle watched, and enjoyed an awesome day in the January sun. I feel like I owe some of my will to my Scandinavian ancestry. Both of my Grandfathers were great men who pushed through tough times and prospered. Perseverance, will, and grit still mean something to those who choose to make a living with their arms, legs, hands, and backs. But really everything is in God's hands.
I can't wait to see you guys and I am glad to be rowing Yo!
|My daughter and son on our 1st float trip of 2015, January 25|
Saturday, January 10, 2015
|My daughter Logan with a 15 lb Honker she dropped!|
This season was a little tougher, I had a pretty bad accident and it put a huge dent in our hunting. I'm doing well now and I am looking forward to rowing my raft and drift boat here in a month or so. The few times we went hunting lately we got stuck in real wet conditions. Every time we got home we would strip our rifles or shotguns down and clean them thoroughly. There's some real satisfaction to getting our firearms stripped down, oiled, and reassembled. I also had to call a client/friend to figure out how to put my old browning sweet 16 guage back together. He's a gunsmith and talked me through it.
Our dogs on the other hand have needed some serious grooming. We stumbled upon a product called Cowboy Magic and it rocks. We have long haired pointing dogs, a wire-haired griff, and a spinoni. If you remember to put some of this on them, the burrs don't seem to stick so bad. I have delegated my daughter and son to pick burrs so they are also firm believers in this stuff.
|My wife smacked a nice rooster with what she calls her duck rifle, just to bug me.|
2015 is going to be the Best!!!!!!!!!!!