Chapter 4: The final trifecta chapter/The Salmon
It’s ironic that we were not even planning on fishing this magnificent, succulent, spectacular specimen of a river. I have to put this on my cousin David “The Lizard King” if not for his call that morning as were driving, our fall trifecta would have remained just that; because we wouldn’t have taken highway 75 all the way through Stanley.
Driving thorough the Saw Tooth mountain range comparable to the Tetons in Wyoming. Both mountain ranges have such stunning peaks, each with their own look. Obviously the Saw Tooth range gets its name because of the resemblance to a saw (see my pics in the Saw tooth entry). They both also have rivers that flow through them that make people flock to their banks.
Along with the great beauty of this river one thing that really hooked me was how accessible the river is, and how easy it is to camp on her shores. Idaho is very outdoorsmen friendly, and you really get the feeling that they want you here. We camped right next to the river. No one was around and the place was pristine (except some dick head leaving beer bottles in the fire pit). Somehow man has not found a way to spoil the clarity and health of this water. I cannot believe how clear and pure the water is; in part due to the rocky bottom. It moves with a force and strength much greater than you might expect at first glance. This beast could easily own you and suck you down river.
IN terms of fishing I have to give the first prize fishing trophy on this river to Johnny. He was a holy terror to the White Fish, and was just killin it hole after hole. I know a lot of people are after the salmon and Steel Head, but we were truthfully just happy to be there, and catching fish; White fish or not.
To rate a river in this neck of the woods as the “home run” is about more than the fishing. It’s about more than the great scenery, more than about the camping, more than the fish variety, the water, the clarity, the mystique or any other factor. It all those things and it’s about the feeling that more than the other rivers we fished on this year’s annual fall trip, I want to come back to fish this one more than any of the others.
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