After five weeks, we returned to the Snake River upstream of Asotin to fish for bass. I caught an 11-1/2 incher on my first cast, and after about an hour and a half, neither of us caught any more, though I lost two lures to hungry rocks.
The day was spectacularly beautiful: sunny, with contour and light accenting the basalt hills across the water.
My husband took all the photos.
Fields Spring State Park is four miles south of Anatone, Washington (pop. 38). The Park’s vistas, pleasant walking trails, and clean rest rooms ensure our return visits at least once a year.
Red vine maple, an attractive accent along the trail. . .
Fields Spring vista
Craig Mountain Panorama
A fallen fence provides scenic entropy.
Finally some fish wanted to come home with us. Vic caught three smallmouth bass, 13, 11, and 8 inches. I caught two that were 5 and 6 inches, and I promptly returned them to the river to grow up some more.
We went upstream through Tenmile Rapids to get to some pools where we had not been fishing before. From the Rapids, we went another mile or so upstream to do some more fishing, but no more fish came on board. The day was sunny, a little windy, and beautiful on a surprisingly uncrowded holiday.
Pisca-Dory awaits launch at the ramp while Vic parks our truck.
My first bass of the day was about six inches, which we thought was odd, because we saw a humongous bass swim right by us just a couple of minutes before the little guy grabbed hold. I released the little fellow to return home and grow at least another four inches.
Vic reels in his 13-incher.
Swenson Red grapes. . .
Amaranth is beautiful, and Effie loves nibbling it.
The sense of wonder in Effie’s lovely expressive face, is to me the most wondrous Effieland feature of all!
Special Guest Star Halvor basks in the welcome sunshine on the patio. . . .
Effie enjoys a bit of shade near a chair.
Effie checks out a blackberry branch. She probably doesn’t mind that the blackberries have all been picked. Behind her are ripening Flame grapes.
Happy girl in a pleasant garden!
After finishing our Saturday chores, my husband and I went fishing on the Snake River at Chief Timothy Park today, surrounded by azure sky, Hells Canyon, and myriads of fish below us, as seen on our Garmin fish finder. After a little more than an hour, a 9″ bass latched on to Vic’s lure and agreeably permitted himself to be reeled in.
After about three hours on the River, I reckoned I was skunked again, but I never mind not catching any fish, though I’m always happy when I do. We headed back to the dock. Vic tethered Pisca-Dory to the dock and walked up to get our truck and boat trailer. While I waited the few minutes for him, I cast my line once from the dock, and reeled in an 11-1/2 inch bass!
I hailed Vic just as he arrived at the truck. The bass hadn’t fought at all as I reeled him in, but he was flipping vigorously as I held him up on the line, hoping he wouldn’t escape. I put on my grip gloves and secured him in our smaller cooler. Vic moved him to the larger cooler because it had more ice and better insulation. My focus was entirely on securing my catch; I hadn’t considered the coolers’ distinctives.
My bass is a beauty. And he wanted to come home with me! My skunking phase is broken, and will doubtless return. But today’s catch at the end of our fishing day reminds me that whatever is suspended for a season will almost always be renewed. >><<>°
Vic at the tiller
I’m fishing, ever hopeful. . .
The scenic walls of Hells Canyon
Vic holds my bass so I can photograph him
Looking out the window, I noticed two goldfinches perched on our bronze sunflowers. My husband’s camera has more competent telephoto capability than mine, and he took these shots through a window without a flash.