A little river on Skyline drive

 

 

 

There are a few roads, canyons, mountain ranges, and rivers of Utah that you just have to see. I’m talking about those areas that you would place on the top shelf; areas that make you say “this is a must see before you die”

Naturally Canyon Lands, Zion’s, Bryce, Provo River The Green—Utah’s big dogs, are going to rate high on most people’s list.  And not to take away from them, but those areas are like the really popular songs from big bands i.e. Zeppelin’s “Stairway,” or The Beatles “Let It Be.” Who doesn’t love those songs? But what about the deep cuts, the songs on the album that really go into the genius of the artist?

A few weeks ago I joined up with a few cousins, one from Arizona, to rally up at the Boulder Mountains. As luck would have it, we had all of Posey Lake area pretty much all to ourselves. The drive from the small town of Bicknell on hwy 24, to Torrey hwy 12, over to Bryce Canyon is one of those afore mentioned areas. I can think of no other area in Utah that goes from red rock to high mountain pine and quake’s to approx. 12,000 elevation, then down again to the white & red rock that Utah is so famous for. Hwy 12 is “While my Guitar gently weeps,” or “Here comes the sun.”  

This weekend, we drove through another one of those areas that rate up there as a “Must See,” Skyline Drive. We entered through the little town of Fairview. Driving to the top of the Manti-La Sal range, it’s littered with a number of small lakes, and streams. This is a well-known area, it’s not a hidden mysterious place, but my oh my I forget how great it is; one of those deep cuts songs, maybe “Going to California, or When the Levee Breaks.”

Our group numbering 7, naturally must be called the Magnificent 7—what choice do we really have? When you get a bunch of men together in the mountains the western correlations are just as natural as Butch & Sundance, The Wild Bunch,  maybe Deliverance or Broke Back Mountain—oh wait a minute what happens fishing…

Of the 7, only two of them are new to the group; James Tobler, and Garth McFarland—although I have fished with Garth a couple of times. Neither Garth or James have nick names, so hopefully another outcome of the trip will be nick names for both of them. The regulars are Colby “Bull, Avatar” Wilson Mike “Oracle” Matheson, Bo “Baby Bear, or Destiny” Maciejko, Tom “Big Daddy Z” Szalay, and myself John “Goat Sac or Dutch” Engel. Because this is my blog, I will take the liberty to complicate this cluster ever further by assigning each member to a character in the movie. Side note: Baby Bear didn’t even about the Magnificent 7, so he’s sure as hell not going to get the honor of assigning characters, instead he’ll shut up and take what name is given him!

1. Big Daddy Tom Szalay is Harry Luck’s Brad Dexter, both chill guys that bring a punch. What would a gang be without Big Daddy?

2. Garth is Robert Vaughn’s “Lee”, cool collected, mellow not a lot to say, but when they do talk, they have something to say.

3. Tobler is a cool guy, but the truth is I don’t know him enough to let him be Steve McQueen’s “Vin,” but he matches up the best with McQueen, they both have the same type of swag. Time will tell if he has what it takes to fill Vin’s boots.

4. Mike “Oracle” Matheson has to be the knife throwing tall drink of water “Britt,” played by James Coburn. Of all the guys in the bunch these two match up the best, although when we never did get to see the Oracle throw an axe—those are the guys to watch out for.

5. “Baby Bear” Bo Maciejko--come on we don’t even have to mention Horst Buchholz’s “Chico.” I know the movie is old, it was filmed in 1960, which makes it 54 years old, a ripe 24 years older than Baby Bear. Big Daddy Tom Szalay has eye brows older than that.

6. Colby “Avatar Bull” Wilson has to be Bronson’s “Bernardo”—first of all he’s chopping all that wood when he decides to join in on the adventure, and well they essentially have the same body type. Bronson is just a bad ass! The only part that doesn’t match is I don’t think Bernardo ever laughs.

7. Engel: OMG let’s see who’s left… Since I’m assigning roles, naturally I’m gonna pick Yul’s Chris—duh. I’m the only dark, bald guy in the group. Plus I look better that the rest of these bums in black! One more thing, I can nail Yul’s voice from The 10 Commandments.

 

Enough bull shitting around with stupid names, let’s get right to fishing talk. The Straight is one of the most beautiful rivers I have fished in a long time. A good portion of it is tucked well below the road, preventing any view of the river, as well as eliminating the sound of cars driving by. The mixture of pine/quakie is point on. The walls and river bottom are covered with a lot of rocks, which is not only beautiful, but it also makes it easy to travel upon. Some of the rocks are huge which creates some killer holes.

The fish are hungry and hit hard. I can’t imagine The Oracle being excited fishing any river other than those filled with Cuts, but this little champ is chuck full of Browns. We didn’t catch anything huge, but we caught a lot. Garth did land one Brown that was not only long, but was fat and sassy. I get Matheson’s fascination with native fish, and the whole biological intrigue with the only native trout to Utah’s waters, but you can’t beat the epic battle that a Brown gives.

Half the party also broke off and hit some of the smaller streams like Lowery Flats, and a couple other little tribs that are not much more than a ditch. The whole area up there is full of so many tremendous small streams and enough still water to make anyone happy.

On the drive home we hoped to hit the Price, but it was filled with too much dirt, so we didn’t even give it a shot. We stopped at Diamond Fork hoping to get one last shot at a small stream before going home, but same problem there. It was for the best, the town had been saved by the Magnificent 7, and with all great adventures, and it was time for each character to go his own way. Will this gang of casting marauders reunite? Will we save the next river from peril and destruction? For sure, we’re more of a series than a film. We have broken bread together, each man has eaten my Dutch oven delights; we have listed our “Dirty Dozen” to each other--of course we will meet again on a new river. Which one will be next, will the gang all be there, will other characters join in on the adventure…