Friday evening was a whirlwind of post purchasing. I left work a little early so that I could get over to Pbuilt. I put an estimated 2300 pounds on my little 5X8 trailer which has a 2000 lb axle. I was betting on 1.5 safety factor.
Saturday - Robin, Roger and Dave came over to help pound fence posts. We were happy to have the help. Just as we were getting tired, Nate, Kendra, Cambell and Ari arrived to reinforce our efforts. Thanks everyone for your help and your company!
Sunday - Nate, Dave and I teamed up to drive four of the remaining seven posts then continued by digging the last three by hand. The ground was rocky, no surprise. We were happy to have the convenience of technology for the previous 51 posts. I was happy to have friends around to help. Later, Adrienne and I were able to convince Steph to come climbing at Kootenai where she impressed us in her efforts to climb higher than she ever has. Considering her success I hope she joins us again.
Monday - Adrienne and I met up with Pat at the Mercantile on our way up to fish Rock Creek. It was nice to chat with the folks there. The Merc really is a unique and valuable representation of the good ol' times.
In the morning, Adrienne caught a couple on the surface before heading out to take care of "missoula chores". Pat laced a bunch on the surface in the morning as well. I had an excellent morning stripping shiny streamers. I landed two nice trout in the morning and had nearly 10 takes and or bumps by about noon.
Mid-day was slow and Pat and I enjoyed the nice moderate temps chatting about plans for the fall and sharing stories.
The afternoon / evening session picked up a bit. Pat missed a BIG roll on his purple hopper where a spring was lazily rolling into the river and he caught some others up top. I dropped a red copper john below my hopper and caught a couple white-dogs and a rainbow before switching to a personal favorite the Evil Weavil. I hadn't fished the E.W. in a long time but seemed to remember it being effective in the late summer. Sure enough... I landed a couple small rainbows, and a few nicer browns. When the sun hinted of evening, I switch to a black Delectable and had some action. A few follows and bumps... and WHAM! Somebody was pissed and pulling out line against a pretty stiff drag. What fought like a 23 inch brown turned out to be a 16 inch Bully that had my delectable in its dorsal fin. It is always fun to catch a Bull trout and this fish didn't disappoint.
Neither did the weekend. I am happy to return to work. Only 3 days till my next adventure!
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