For this entry, I really have to thank my friend John MacArthur.
Just days before the trip, John came by my house to look at some of my father's fishing equipment and set me up with two complete fly rods (with reels) and a spinning rod. Then he sent me off to the fishing store to get new line and leader. In Idaho, Patrick used my father's Abercrombie and Fitch fiberglass Featherwieght and I used a fiberglass Shakespeare Wonder rod which drew comments like, "Boy, it's been a long time since I've seen one of those!"
Thanks also to my brother-in-law, Warren Moran, who sent me about 35 handmade flies. The stimulators worked, Warren!
The fishing on the Middle Fork was idyllic, as these photos will show.
Getting Ready - perhaps my favorite photo (photo by Julie)
Guy teaches me to cast
Patrick gets rid of my barbs. (photo by Heather)
Jerry
My first day out, I hook Patrick, Julie, Guy and myself (check the fly under the right side of my brim). Only Harry was spared. (photo by Julie)
On land...
Getting better
Had 3 strikes but couldn't land him. (photo by Heather)
Patrick and Guy
(photo by Julie)
By boat
(photo by Heather)
(photo by Heather)
(photo by Julie)
Kurt's fish (photo by Julie)
(photo by Julie)
(photo by Julie)
Father and son (photo by Julie)
(photo by Julie)
(photo by Julie)
(photo by Heather)
(photo by Julie)
(photo by Julie)
(photo by Julie)