We took Pisca-Dory out fishing on the river Saturday–her first outing in six weeks! The day was lovely and we were so happy to be back in our dory (my husband was recovering from surgery and hefting the boat onto the trailer was out of the question).
We didn’t mind a bit that we were skunked again. We saw a steelhead jump, his brawny pink middle and head teasing us. He was back in the water in a second, and there was no time to take his photograph.
We enjoyed the scenery along the river in our beautiful boat for 3-1/2 hours. My husband took all the photos. I was fishing a tad obsessively.
Snake River colors
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.
My husband took a recuperative day off today, and we took an easy walk along a Snake River trail. We were a little disheartened that the river’s flooding this year caused the grassy trail to be displaced by cockle burrs, but we coped with the narrow trail and dodged the burrs.
The day started out cloudy, but our walk seemed to invite the sun out and join us. I took a couple of photos of the scenery.
The smoke is entirely gone! The wind dispersed the smoke–the rain never showed up. The sky is blue again, accented with white clouds, and the basalt hills are out of the smokescreen and back to their beautiful rock-brown contours.
The smoke was blown away, but fires in western Montana, central Oregon, and central Washington continue to burn. If the wind quits or blows toward eastern Washington, the smoke will return to our valley. I posit it will not be well received.
The Grande Ronde River is a tributary of the Snake River, winding for 182 miles along Washington state highway 129 through Asotin County in Washington, and Union and Wallowa Counties in Oregon. It’s a rocky river, but bass and trout like rocky environs. We have caught trout and bass in the Grande Ronde before, but not today.
I lost one lure to a recalcitrant rock. The river and its canyon provided refreshing scenery even if no fish felt like departing from the river to come home with us.
The day was hot, especially in the direct sunlight. I actually experienced a touch of heat exhaustion clambering over the rocks back to our car. A small bag of Frito’s Corn Chips from Boggan’s Oasis resolved my dizziness and fatigue. It was a lovely time and a refreshing day.
The Grande Ronde and its canyon from below Boggan’s Oasis
We chose Chief Timothy today for a fishing outing with our boat Pisca-Dory on the Snake River. We enjoy this portion of the River not only for its beauty and serenity, but today we also chose it to avoid the crowds elsewhere that were closer to a noisy international jet boat race boasting no limits on horsepower.
We saw bass in the water and saw more of them in deeper water on our Garmin fishfinder. My husband hooked a fairly large bass who released himself, apparently recalling a previous engagement. I hooked a 4-incher and promptly released him. Rocks and logs took three lures from me and one from Vic. All that notwithstanding, we relished our time on the river; we always do. The day was not uncivilly hot, and the sky and canyon were clear and free of smoke. It’s okay that no fish wanted to come home with us. Fishing is rewarding in its own ways, with or without catching fish. Life is full of belayed aspirations.
I get a head start with a little fishing from the dock while Vic parks the truck and boat trailer.
We drift toward a cove, trolling with our lines, of no interest to the fish we see in our fishfinder.
We approach a cove where all the bass are happy and never wish to leave home.
My husband took all the photos for this post.