Ferron Creek

Long lost fishing bro Colby (Bull) Wilson was back in the saddle again to wet a line and visit a river we have both had in our scope for a long time now--over a year. And since its the summer of Diamond James, he was the third musketeer--but by no means the third wheel. Ferron is not one of those rivers most people know about, and its a good hour past Price, so not a lot of fishermen from the area are going to make a trip just to fish it. Colby and I have been talking about it, and we keep trying to fish it, but things get in the way.

I know I still have a lot of work to do, to fish all the rivers/streams in the state, but in terms of the major rivers, I am running out of waters to fish--for the first time that is. Ferron was awesome, beautiful to look at and not too many people. In terms of fish, the lower section we hit in the morning had something clearly wrong with it, because we simply did not see more than 5 fish in the whole river. In fact we would get to great holes, and stomp through them, just to see if any fish would dart out--nothing. It was a crying shame, because it was the perfect size and the holes were fantastic. We could not figure out.

We headed to the upper section by Ferron and Duck Reservoir, and worked the river below the damn. Beautiful little cuts, hungry and ready to eat dries like hoppers and stimmies. The brush and dead fall was so think that I just cant imagine too many fishermen wanting to fish this section too hard. By the time we got back to the truck, we were all beat to hell--well at least I was.

As any of my readers know, (Roger and Math) I do the cooking, Dutch or cast iron. Its a favorite to do Brats with white onion, and a Jalapeño in a nut brown beer, then let it soak in the flavor, the brown to perfection. One little problem, I forgot the cast iron. I brought the stove and propane tank, but forgot the skillet. I was pretty pissed at myself.

Thank God for Bull Wilson and Diamond James, between the two of them, they came up with "Brat in a Beer Can" idea. We cut to top off a beer can, put the brat in with kraut, pepper and onion, then fill with brown beer. It was genius and delicious (see pic)

On the drive home, someone had the idea of taking the "Great Western Trail," which pretty much puts you in Salina--dirt road. I have no idea who the hell to blame for this. Thank God for a really interesting land mark, named Mary's Nipple. Of course we were wondering who Mary is?  How old is she today? Is she still alive? And most of all, is the mountain peak anything close to her actual nipples? The conversation lasted even longer than you can imagine. Odds are every single truck filled with males that drives past it plays out exactly the same fashion. Thank God we didn't have the Oracle with us, the conversation would have lasted the whole way home! It was quite the adventure. I got home ready to drop but happy. I think at this point I need to take a break from my mad adventures and lick my wounds for a spell...