Black Canyon of The Bear River

 

One of the first rivers in a while that I can honestly say, "I really want to go back to this river!" In a nut shell here are the key factors:

1.     What a rugged SOB I was totally spent by the end of the day. This river wins the tough guy battle at the end of the day, and it mostly has to do with navigating over those big rocks.

 

2.     Look at it—it scored high on the pretty factory.

3.     Little to no people. If I thought people actually read this blog, there’s no way in hell I would be so candid. But aside from a handful of friends—who reads it.

4.     Enough fish to definitely keep you interested—nothing to big in terms of trout, but what for it, there is another species…

5.     Carp-a-Colby holy-moly the man snapped his Tenkara rod on a monster Carp. I feel a little bad about because I egged him on, but secretly I think he’s supper stoked that he snapped his rod clean in half on a stink eater. But it gets better, he had a larger Tankara rod that he hooked up again, and almost broke this one in half again. The man does not know the meaning of Yield. I may see a new nickname coming out of this…

6.     Great name—Black Canyon of the Bear.

 

 

 

* One chink in its armor--the great people of Idaho need to stop throwing their cars, washing machines, tires, tea pots and couches over the cliff. Good God people who the hell throws junk into such a pristine place?