Youtube 2018

*As of September 25, 2018 Youtube now shows "related videos" at the end of every video. There is no way around this, I've spent hours investigating with no luck or workaround. There is no code to alter, it's baked into their new algorithm. Every person in the world with youtube videos will now have this issue. I've started using a paid Vimeo account and will slowly go back to every video and move them from Youtube to get around this. Thanks Youtube, he said sarcasticly.

Friday, September 20, 2019

Fish Report with a Beat...down, or, Free Willy

A fish report with a beat, hah, title from the glorious days of KMET FM radio in Los Angeles. Can I get a whoya?! (Feel free to google it...later) I'll add my definition to the title at the end of the trip report, for what it's worth.

Lynn and I both had been working crazy hours and getting ready to go camping was an issue this time. I had just bought a little old, very old outboard motor and we really wanted to go back to Magic Lake to try it out before the lake was drained too low before winter, being a reservoir and all.

We got a late start but were in a fabulous mood...until pulling into a camp spot. One of the trailer tires literally dragged, drug, ok made a furrow in the dirt the last three feet before we stopped. Dang, WTH? No kidding, I pulled the tire and hub off to find the brakes and wheel bearings had disintegrated and the whole shebang was now fubar. You know, f'cked up beyond all repair, fubar. Being late afternoon we could only set up for the night and sleep, knowing there was a drive back to Boise in the morning without the trailer, another 4 hours one way. Up early we made the drive back to town, found parts and drove the 4 hours back. Of course my favorite thing to do is bearings and a brake job in the dirt when I should be out fishing with my new old motor. The old inner bearing race was really stuck on the spindle and was a fight of hours to get off, where's a slide hammer when you need one. A full day of a short vacation was lost, holy christmas on a cracker.

These are not my happy faces...and many new four letter words were invented. Ever pack wheel bearings in the dirt? I tried to tell my face to smile, no luck.

Got up the next day and tried to start again, now fully anxious that something else was going to happen.

Three years ago I painted a customers house in return for a new work trailer with a boat on top. What a deal!

The logistics of getting the boat and truck camper back over to the camp spot became an issue. The truck and camper had to be backed up to make a turn into camp and Lynn has never backed up a trailer. That left Lynn having to drive the boat with a motor we had never used. She did it with style.

The road down to camp

There she comes

No pics of camp were taken, we had to go find fish...

A gorgeous lake trout maybe around 3 pounds! I put it on the metal stringer which keeps them alive longer. As we motored on I looked over to see it swimming along on the stringer, and I just couldn't do it. I don't know why but Lynn and I agreed, free Willy happened. It was satisfying to see it glide away into the deep, knowing it'll live a little, ok maybe a lot longer.

Don't worry, we caught a few more smaller trout that we did keep to Traeger when we got home.

She is my bow motor when in the canoe, now just a fishing Grandma.

Camp is up in the trees. When we were here two months ago the water level would have been right below camp. The water is let out of the lake to make room for next years snow runoff.

Later that eve our little dog Bailey developed some kind of issue in her neck it seemed. Very strange, it looked like it locked up making her hold her head very strangely and looking possessed. Then the screaming started. Blood curdling and non-stop. Lynn gave her some Rimadyl we had in the truck for Duke when he needs it for old dog syndrome, for her pain. (We left him home this trip, not wanting him diving in the lake from the boat.) I had to have tequila for MY my ears from the screams. Look, all I can tell you is that margaritas, they're not just for breakfast anymore.
With me feeling like a bug on the windshield of life we left the next morning.

Screwed, blued and tattooed I dropped Lynn off to deal with Bailey and the vet. She did have to work the next day anyway. Meanwhile I was trying to hang in there like a hair on a biscuit and still get in some fish time, so I left home and headed back into the mountains.

There was a place we'd tried to get to a few years ago but the mountain pass you have to cross has snow well into summer making it impassable when we tried. It is as far up as you can drive on one of the forks of the Boise River and on the backside of the Sawtooth Mountains. It took me 3 hours to drive 30 miles of dirt road, a full hour for the last 7 miles. It was so rough it could jar your preserves. Yes I know, the road looks good here...

I stopped and fly fished two holes under the bridge, using my new Tenkara fly pole. THANKS BEN! My good friend that turned me on to this new old way of fly fishing from Japan. The technique is catching on here in the States and I can see why, it's simple. As simple as fishing can be, like having just a willow stick pole and string fishing line. There's only a pole (carbon fiber), incredibly long at 14 feet, and line about the same length as the pole with no reel, to generalize. And of course some leader with a fly. The action of the pole is incredible making the six inch brookie I caught here feel like a 16 inch fighter. And yes, the bridge is out, making me drive through the shallow river.

I drove to the very end of the road and found a great place to camp with the music of both a stream and a river in my ears, one flowing into the other with me in between. Can it be said that I was streaming live? Yeah baby!

I took very few pictures, wanting to get fishing.

Boy the weather had changed fast, must be climate change. It seems to do it twice a year, once in the spring and once in the fall, I can't figure it out, climate change.

I had a fire and grilled hot dogs that night, saving the trout for the Traeger at home. Waking up in the camper to the sound of rain I instantly fell back asleep very soundly. The sound of rain on a camper roof does that to a guy, except for the feeling that I too, needed to make water.

It rained all night and without waders I didn't really want to be walking, and falling, in the river in 41Âș air temps while in short pants. In Boy Scout terms, Be Prepared...I was not. So I left.

I couldn't believe my eyes on the drive out, snow. Like I said, climate change.

On the way in I had to stop on the other side of that tree and climb up on the nose of the camper roof. All those hangydangy branches were still there, waiting for me to break them with my hands to be able to pass underneath.

That's it, short and sweet, not good at all in the realm of trip reports.
And yes, it was a fish report with a beat...down. The beat down being the loss of time and having to make repairs in less than great surroundings, yet it could have been worse. The other beat down was the screams coming from a little dog, I'm sure the whole area thought we were rendering her with a dull knife. So we lost two days out of a four day trip but still managed to make it a memorable trip by catching the largest trout of my life to date, the boat and motor worked great and I got to catch trout on my new Tenkara rod. Thanks for telling me about Tenkaras Ben my Friend.
And thanks for reading...

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Camping at Magic Lake Idaho with Grandkids/GoFunMe Page is working great

My GoFunMe page was paying dividends, you should try one.

We had time, and had a lake we wanted to visit having heard about it from neighbors. With a few days off and twin Granddaughters in tow we headed for the hills, after stopping for lunch.

The lake wasn't far from home mile-wise but the 30 miles of dirt road were steep and windy, those 30 miles taking over an hour to make. That was a windy road, not a windy road, ah the English language.
The road brought us in to the south side of the lake and a campground. Having never been there before we wanted to check out the CG to see if we'd like it there. A guy with a huge trailer was blocking the main road whilst trying to back his trailer into a very small camp spot. The guys at the boat ramp said he'd been trying for several hours so we left, never seeing the campground. After driving around and below the damn dam and back up to the lake we came to a turn-off and holy Christmas it was the camp spot from Heaven. Lake front, no fees, dogs could run off the leash and no-one was there. The guy with the trailer had driven right by it to get where he was, what a knucklehead. "Thank you God" whispered the surly GrandPa.

What follows are too many pics of the same place along with too many pics of sweet twin Granddaughters Zoe and Parker. They are a hoot and so much fun. It's mine and Lynn's second go-around with two girls, having had so much fun with our two daughters Jess and the twins Mother, Jen. But what the hey, it's my trip report and when I'm old I can look back at these TRs. Yeah like I'm doing now as I write, re-enjoying the trip thru 65 year old eyes. And I am really enjoying this picture, something about it relaxes me,,,

Yes, I need to raise that hammock a bit. At least I won't have far to fall.

A little fishing from shore started the week.

First and third generation, times does fly yes?!

Zoe started us off with a beerbouquet. We had many beautiful flowers close by, and one blooming idiot taking pictures.

Zoe's first boyfriend Wilson came with us. Zoe had a ball with him.

When Zoe put him down he started balling. Boo, hiss...

The girls always have bandaids on their knees. It comes with the territory.

F/22 baby! Works for water sparkles too.

What a great campsite

A new Olympic sport was born, the Canoe Balance Beam

She's a goofball like her Mom. And her Grand Ma. Wait, what?

Right next to the truck, Camp Whataview

There I was, dog tired. Ah, you knew that was coming didn't you?

What? Does someone look bored?!

I hear a song in my head, You Are My Sunshine...both

Let's get a fire going Baba, chop chop.

It was a Kodachrome evening

Ice cream cones and a fire beside the lake on a summer eve. Ain't nothing better in my book, the Book Of Baba. (short for Grand Pa from their two year old mouths. I love it, and don't feel sheepish at all.)

The Old Man And The See, not staring Baba Tracy

Baba two-hats

One morning we woke up to the sound of an Eagle. The girls had their binoculars with and took a look.

I didn't have a long lens with me so I zoomed in and then did a crop on the computer to get closer yet. It was in a tree just across the way, welcoming us to it's home turf, er, air space.

Then it was time to hit the water, first time for the four of us all together.

The girls had been in the canoe once before but of course couldn't remember, they were too young back in Phoenix when I took them for a spin in the backyard lake, Parker swore she saw a fish...

My new Armstrong motor was working great. It's a bow drive.

The lady can cast a line too...

Hell, she caught me didn't she?
Hook, line and sinker. Again I say, wait, what? It had to be those Rapala earrings she used to wear when she was 18 years old hah. Rapala=fish lure. Hey those shiny things work for fish and guys too.

I dunno, it looks like she's about to catch a dogfish.

I gotta hand it to them, five times over, they were looking good on the lake.

"Look" said Lynn...

another eagle.

As it flew right over us I said "Duck!"

"Let's see" said Lynn, "It should take Duke about 4 seconds" to catch a trout. You believe that? If so I have a fish farm to sell you in the Mojave Desert.

Ah, love is Grand, yes Mother?

These two girls are very handy at posing for pictures.

Zoe can be quite the goose, or is that a sandhill crane?

I'll go on record to say that there's more personality in these two than I've seen in thirty-four years, when their Mother was born.

Zoe, pointing out the moon to Parker

One evening I brought out the Benjamin pump pellet gun to start teaching them to shoot. What? You've never watched the Walking Dead? Kids need to know how to shoot when the Zombie Apocalypse happens.

Now what Baba?

If you ask me, these girls walk on water.

Caution, do not lay in the hammock without insect repellant. Skeeters!

The next morning I discovered a tiger wandering on the beach. If it was Christmas I'd say it had Sandy Claws. and hiss. Ok, I get it...

Canoe time, and hopefully some fish. Zoe had wrist pains from reeling in 200 yards of line. Ok I don't reely know why she was holding her hand, nobody uses 200 yards of line. Maybe because I made her row so I could fish.

My wife captioned this picture. Girls Gone Fishing, hah.
Particularrily funny. I had a fish on and one of the girls had one also. Usually everyone reels in except the one catching the fish. Young girls couldn't reel in fast enough so the net I used on one fish got tangled and yanked back out in the lake by the other fish. Something like that anyway. I had to cut all 3 lines and one fish got away, sadly.  It was a hot mess for sure, but a fun time and great picture.

Pulling in to shore in a Magic Cove we saw pollywogs for their first time.

There's not much to them Zoe noticed and wouldn't make good pets. yet battered and deep fried are quite tasty and don't jump out of the pan like frog legs.

It was a great place for lunch,

And to show off the nice sized trout that Zoe had reeled in, while Parker made fish lips. In the back of my head I heard the song Fish heads fish heads, roly-poly fish heads...Google it

Parker hooked one and Lynn had to hold the rod so she could reel it in.

Meanwhile, back at the shore, fun happened.

More shooting lessons as Zoe figured out how to sight the pellet gun.

Lynn had bought me a Tenkara fly rod for my birthday and the lake was a good place to try it out. Without a reel it's a small stream/river fishing system from Japan and used as a most basic and simple way to fish. She needs one of her own now and we can't wait to hit the Idaho streams.

Looks like Trouble, the game.

After the pool party it was time for a little T-ball.

Ok so T-ball was tiring for an old man so a nap was needed, but a picture of an old man taking a nap was not needed. It was a cozy nap though, I had company.

It was a short nap, I had girls waiting for me...

And more shooting as Parker became a budding Annie Oakley

And dinner. You can call me any name you like, but don't ever call me late for dinner.

I was noticing a blurry effect and thought a filter was on the phone-camera. It was a while before I thought to wipe the lens off, thought I kinda liked the effect.

It was another to-die-for-evening on Magic Lake

When it got dark we took a nature walk and found a toad, I'm sure it was a Toad of the Short Forest. (ala Frank Zappa) The girls had never seen a tadpole being toad before.

In the morning I noticed the beerbouquet had died, meaning it was time to leave..

The girls waved goodbye from our special spot on Magic Lake.

We stopped at the dam for dam pictures. The girls were dam impressed, hot dam.

Gee Baba, that's a cool truck. Yes well I did add a rear cargo rack and boxes. When you take girls fishing you need a lot more stuff. Life jackets, fish gear, more stuffed animals, you know...

Definitely not my best picture as I tried to see if the remote trigger was working on the camera. "Why ain't this thingamajig workin."

Getting home we had the girls stay for a sleepover and Traegerd the trout. We had forgotten to take the fixins for trout whilst camping so did them up right, at home. The hot dogs were in case the girls didn't take to the trout right off. Traegerd, surely a new high value Scrabble word hah. Lynn does a great job putting stuff inside the fish, I just don't know what stuff that is. It's shore tasty though, and yes I did.

There it is, trout and hush puppies, one of my favorite meals.

Hey thanks a lot for looking. Dave, Lynn and somebody else's kids...Parker and Zoe(y)