Welp, another massive fishing expedition under the belt, it is safe to say that we truly are river fishermen. This chinook Ricky caught wasn't supposed to exist according to the local yokels.
Here's my fish of the trip, we later lost it when we left it hanging over the side as Matt dropped the hammer.
Here's my oh shit moment in the falls this year. No left foot to hold on with so over I went.
Here's my newly repaired knee, courtesy of Dr Price at Missoula Bone & Joint it's big and puffy and it hurts and I'm gonna be ok and skiing again when the bullwheel turns next season.
And here I am getting my last taste of whitewater for the spring on the gorge with some hot chick.
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I heard some stories from that fort peck trip. Sounded like you guys did your share of everything and lived to talk about it.
You might be out for whitewater but surely you can sit on a boat, drink a few and fish...no?
Very nice....thanks for the carnage shot! (The falls not the knee.) As Ed would say (yell) to you if you were with him "straighten it up!!!!" From the looks of it I'm not sure that having a good knee would have made a difference!?!
The fish here in Mass don't seem to mind a bum knee, Pics to come. Nanner did straighten out once I went overboard. Anne highsided, I couldn't quite get up there.
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