I’ve lived this trout bum guide life for a minute. My life dictated by the ebb and flow of rivers and the way trout move through the season. The guide grind, the endless road and river miles. The same backroads, same launches, same riffles, it all becomes common to me. Now that the guide season is over I am able to reflect and stop being dictated by rivers.

I am proud of what I have done on the Yakima River.  From the anglers, the teaching, and the fish encountered. I’ve facilitated some amazing moments on the Yakima River with clients. I’ve taught and helped develop some wicked awesome anglers over the years.  And I am excited to continue sharing and facilitating those experiences for anglers in the coming seasons.  Albeit less than I have previously.

I sit here less than 100 yards from one of the most technical fisheries on troudom.  Silver Creek near Sun Valley Idaho. I have chased trout here many times. Caught some, been schooled and humbled by more. But a place that I am familiar with.

A car issue due to shit mechanics now being fixed by better ones has us slightly stranded here. We are waiting for Kristen’s guide rig Harvey to get fixed up. Maybe by the end of the day. Maybe by Monday. It’s all in Flux.  Just like the rivers, my life takes on the shape of a river. I’m past the class rapid parts of my river. But it’s still spicey from time to time. After enough of some big nasty water in your river of life, not much that comes around the bend causes strife…experience and confidence are the tools that get you through.

Silver Creek doesn’t call to me.  The Browns are actively spawning.  I can see 20 plus inch trout on redds just outside the camper. It’s pretty fascinating. But I have no desire to fish them. It’s cold, and they are busy doing fishy things.  I’ll observe and enjoy the ability to see them and have their company without disturbing them. I am trout fished out. And I’ve played and held Silver Creek Browns. No it’s time to let the body rest and let the mind simmer.

Florida is not far away.  We wait in the presence of Moose, migrating fowl, rustling sagebrush, and the soft sounds of Silver Creek quicksilver in the late season glare as the snow creep down the Sawtooth Mountains. Pushing us south.

I am slightly restless. This is a big step, a large investment, and a new world of fly fishing and boatwork that I am novice in. A place I haven’t been in my profession in a while. And I’ve been in guide mode for a long time. Less fishing. So, there is this anxious anticipation to get into it. Being delayed is helping me keep my cool.

I’m getting help from social media followers and fellow guides and anglers with places to fish. I’m starting to tie flies for specific fish. I’m also working, as I write this blog, I’m also trying to book up my 2024 trout season on the Yakima. Strategizing my money for the offseason, running reports for this past year, prepping fly tying, paying for a boat, while also trying to enjoy rest and the slow down. At least I’m not rowing.

The down time is nice. It’s rare I get to enjoy sitting next to my partner drinking coffee and chatting about non fishy things during the season. Both of us guides and anglers we have little else to talk about when we are working. The offseason is for everything but fishing. Even Florida is for us to have fun and be leisure without too much, if any pressure to produce. Just enjoy.

So it’s just chilling and patience at this moment. Things happen at the flow they do. And this bend in the river is wide and slow…but the end is just yonder.

Tamarack

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