Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Philly's Toll Booth



Yep, Philly's dream has come true. There will soon be a toll booth [in a sense] for anyone wanting to go boating in Idaho, including Idahoans. Below is the Section of the proposed law that is applicable:

all vessels shall pay an additional fee each calendar year as follows:
(a) Motorized vessels:
(i) Ten dollars ($10.00) per vessel registered in the state of Idaho prior to launch into the public waters of the state;
(ii) Twenty dollars ($20.00) per vessel registered outside the state of Idaho prior to launch into the public waters of the state.
(b) Nonmotorized vessels: Five dollars ($5.00) per vessel prior to launch into the public waters of the state.
(c) Commercial outfitters with nonmotorized fleets exceeding five (5) vessels shall be
afforded a prorated group rate of thirty dollars ($30.00) for six (6) to ten (10) vessels; fiftyfive dollars ($55.00) for eleven (11) to twenty (20) vessels; and one hundred dollars ($100) for twentyone (21) or more vessels.
(2) Upon payment of the fee as provided in this section, the payor shall be issued a protection against invasive species sticker that shall be displayed on the vessel in a manner as prescribed by the rules of the department. Stickers shall be considered in full force and effect
30 through December 31 of the year of issue
The Bill passed out of the Idaho House with a 63-5 vote in favor, and it sounds like it will make it through the senate. Here is a link to an article about it: http://www.spokesman.com/stories/2009/mar/16/idaho-house-backs-20-boat-fee/

Monday, March 09, 2009

Thought we needed more ice fishing pics





I have been seeing all these ice fishing pictures this year and I was wondering why the Helena folk post nothing but stinking trout photos. You live in prime walleye country and your wasting your time with the trout. Here are some pictures from my trip to Fort Peck. We did catch one lake trout but it was on accident. I won our betting on who would catch the biggest walleye with a 9 pounder, the pike was 14. Thanks Walt, I finally get to post with all the other shit talkers on this blog. Hopefully I will catch more fish that rate your attention. I did catch a steelhead this year but I didn't have a camera, it did taste good.

Monday, March 02, 2009

Case of the Mondays

Today I had a case of the Mondays. It was one of those epic March Montana days where the thermometer read 55, but in the sun it was easily 70 by mid afternoon. The sunshine and the ice fishing report, where there were allegations of good Kokanee fishing, mixed together were the knockout blow that caused me to have to take the afternoon off. A 2009 fishing license, a six pack of Bud Light tall boys and an afternoon of ice fishing proved to be a quick cure for a case of the Mondays.

The fishing wasn't worth a damn (one tiny perch and three bites), and the ice is starting to get super sketchy around the edges...but it was a great way to end ice fishing season. Yep, I'm done with the ice and Ican't wait to get on flowing water.




So I'm not going to lie to you all, I am super fired up for spring. I am ready for warmth, camping, big fires, hiking on a dry trails, and the sheer thrill and enjoyment of some fine whitewater in the company of friends.
Anyhow, this beautiful March day makes me lament about a few previous March experiences on water that occurred on similar beautiful spring days. On a few occasions, the endings were not as happy, but I feel I must spew these stories since someone may learn something from my ignorance as a youth of March boating...

The age old saying is that there are two kinds of people, those that have flipped boats and those that will flip boats. There are also usually river features that cause the flipping or general carnage, and sometimes those features are named after you if you are idiot enough to have carnage in a place where carnage does not typically occur. On the Lochsa alone, there is Artie's rock, Heff's wave, Tripper's eddy, but the Lochsa is a manly river where anything can happen. A little known fact is that there is a rock named after me on the Blackfoot. The reason why it is so little known is because it is only really exposed in the dead of winter at the lowest of flows, which takes us back about 13 years.

So it was the spring of 1996, and Philly was learning to kayak, and he was jonesing to float anything he could. It was a beautiful March day, and he convinces me to go float the Blackfoot with him. He convinces me that we'll just go up the road as far as it will allow us and we'll launch. I have basically no experience in a canoe and very limited experience being the captain of any kind of boat, but as a good roommate, I agree to go. To try to make the best of the situation, I invite a girl that I am trying to woo. We go up the road until we get stuck and put the canoe and kayak in...I am fully outfitted in my long underwear, since that is the best I have, and the gal had the same plus a fleece coat. Anyway, to make a long story shorter, there is a large rock in the middle of the river that I and the gal bump, and the lean away...causing us to swamp the canoe. All I remember after that is Philly laughing so hard that he could only save the gal and not me as I had to swim the canoe to shore. Twas a horrible experience and I lost a Teva, but I lived to tell the tale.

On a different March day, I went and visited Josh and Philly in Sandpoint aka Sagle Idaho. We spent the day skiing up at Schweitzer, and came down and Philly was half tuned, but all excited about kayaking. So we went to some po-dunk lake and Tortoise and I piled in a canoe with our ski gear still on...Having had multi après ski beverages, we did not have the appropriate balance when Josh paddled up in his kayak and proceeded to rock us until we overcompensated and swamped the canoe. Thankfully, Josh was nice enough to tow us to shore, but at least in our hypothermic state, we flipped him over. I only wish that we pulled his skirt before we flipped him

On a happier note about 4 years ago, Walt and I went over to the Lochsa the first weekend of March with Autumn and Liesel. And although the gals had to pluck ticks off themselves, it was 70+ degrees the whole day,3500 cfs, and very few on the river.

2 years ago, over St Patty's day, we had a similar experience of beautiful weather and great water. Keith showed up late and only had 2 hours of sleep under his belt, but proved to be an excellent copilot until he lost the cap to the Jack.
I love spring! CMON Spring!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Permits???

Anyone?
Annie got a May 1st Smith if anyone is interested. I'm going to try to get a early August Main permit by calling in.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Rippin big lips

My friend Garry rowing his driftboat on the clearwater.

2 of our Steelies. The one with the missing cunk is mine and was a little over 37".



They never look so nice after being in a platic bag for a day. We wound up with ony 4 in the cooler. Slow fishing but it is picking back up again. Anyone interested in meeting up on the Clearwater for steelhead in the next couple of weeks let me know.
Cleaver

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Rippin Lips

Here are photos from earlier today. We were getting bites all morning and put 15 on the ice. Not as pretty as Holter, but sometimes the fishing is best close to home...






























Holter

These were some photos from last weekend...the fishing was slow, but the scenery was great!








Monday, February 09, 2009

Winter ramble

Annie and I went out for a night in the tipi. We snowshoed in two miles towing a pulk we rented from the trailhead. I think I might have to buy one of those.



Friday, January 30, 2009

River Dog Days...

The ice is coming off! Global warming be damned!!!
River dog days are just around the corner!!!
Warm sunny days on the river, bonfires, beers and BBQ!!!


Maybe some fireworks, fourwheelin and gunplay thrown in too...


See you on the Lochsa

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Mo Ice Fishing

Sunday was yet another great morning of ice fishing here in Helena. Erik put four hogs on the ice, Artie three, and me two...all rainbows. We also had quite a few more bites, but couldn't seal the deal. It was a bit chillier out there than it has been recently, but it's never all that cold when the fish are biting.












Tuesday, January 20, 2009

MLK Day.....in March?

or the past three years MLK day has been a 10" plus powder day. I guess we were due for a classic Western Montana January thaw. Oh how I missed them. Buck Anne and I made the best of it though and went for a walk up Point Six and got some slushy turns in Jenny Bowl. There was a lake at the bottom but even with Anne's huge pack we forgot an auger (and maggots and rods and scoopers and a hut).
 





That's right, blink, rub your eyes in amazement Dustin's skis saw the light of day. Sorry D I tried to call ya. Check 'em out gettin' some sick air! They work, they don't blow your knee per se, and I'll bet if you didn't have to rent sasquatch beater boots from the shop at the bowl, they'd actually be really sweet!

The inversion was creeping up from the valley into our sunny sanctuary and ruining the snow at the bottom of the hill. We were in short sleeves up top, but when you would drop below the top 2/3rds of the mountain you would instantly get an ice cream headache. 

Monday, January 19, 2009

Georgetown Lake

We put 20 on the ice (rainbows and brook trout), and then mother nature turned the switch to off. It was a beautiful morning, and a great day off from work. Thanks MLK!



Saturday, January 17, 2009

JR

OK, so maybe I have a little bit too much time on my hands this evening, but this is probably my favorite picture sequence of Jr.

It is possible that animal hunting is going to be more of a nurture than a nature kind of thing...Or inflatable penguins are just evil.









Maybe I Should've Stuck with a Tent

So earlier this fall I buy the SwissfamilyColeman Camper for the back of my truck. A great place for the family to stay warm, snug, and happy in while camping, and not a bad thing to have while hunting big game. I thought the purchase was a win-win situation all around, except of course the fact that it wasn' t cheap.

Anyhow, the purpose of this blog is to vent/rant about how broke dick the place is that I purchased the camper from...or more specifically how piss poor the service department is. This place may or may not be (not sure of slander laws) Helena RV or Preferred Auto and RV in Helena.

It all starts out at the time of the purchase when I bought the camper from the parts and service guy, let's call him Don. I figured great...this is a good guy to know since I am certain he is very knowledgeable about the workings of RVs, and I am not. So at the time of the sale, I ask him to put in a redundant second battery to ensure that the family will always be warm and happy since the heater needs electricity, and the beer in the fridge will be cold on hot summer days. He assures me that one battery is adequate as long as it is fully charged. So then I ask him about about an awning. He tells me I don't need one since it will cost me close to $1K, and won't keep the sun off since it will be too high. I was thinking the awning more for rain than sun, and looked on line and found awnings for a couple hundred bucks, but oh well, I trusted Don's opinion.

So the first camping trip it rains, and we have no awning to cook under. So then I go deer and antelope hunting with Neil, and we freeze our asses off since there is no juice in the battery even after charging it for a couple days.

So after the deer/antelope hunting, I call Don up and say my battery isn't charging properly, and I want to bring it in for him to look at. He tells me that I have to charge it for 4-5 days to ensure it is adequately charged as it is a trickle charger. So after charging for three days, and the little green light on the propane gas detector still doesn't come on, I call up and say that it isn't working and I want to bring the camper in and have them look at it. Don tells me it needs at least 6-days. So I figure screw it and buy a trickle charger from NAPA. It indicates full charge after a few hours.

I rehook up the battery to go moose hunting with Ryan, and I test the heater and still no juice. In a paniced anger, I start checking everything and see the invertor fuse box. After a little investigation, I realize that it was a blown fuse. Thanks for the lack of advice Don, you piece of shit!

Then over New Years, it dumped snow and I had about 6-8 inches of snow on the camper. I figured it would slide and/or blow off as we travelled down the interstate. Well that didn't happen at all. We get back to Helena and it is about 10 degrees out, but I want to clear the snow off the roof. So I take out the shop broom and start pushing the snow off. Apparently, I got a little aggessive since I broke through the plastic vent/skylight. There was a lot of swearing.

Come Monday, I call Don, and explain what happened. He tells me that I'll probably need a whole new seal on the roof and to bring it down the next nice day and in the meantime duct tape plastic over the hole. I tell Don that I broke the plastic vent cover that goes up and down and there was no damage to the roof. He says, "OK Buddy, well bring it down the next nice day." I tell Don it is January, and I want to fix it ASAP. So I end up taking pictures of the damage, email those to Don with the camper type and VIN, identify that I want those guys to fix it and ask him to give me a call.

After he doesn't call me back for a day, I call him and he tells me it is a really easy fix, and should only take me 5-minutes, and here is the part number. I explain to Don that there are rivets and possibly spot welds, and I would just rather them fix it. He tells me it is no big deal since it is a universal piece and here is the part number...just a couple screws, five minutes, no problem.

I order the part, which costs as much as the shipping, so I figured I might as well buy two. This afternoon I climb up on the roof of the camper to do the repair. Figured an hour would be plenty. After I drill out the rivets and break through the spot welds, I get the old cover off. Thinking the worst is over, I go to thread the new cover on and it is of course the wrong part and it doesn't fit.

Fuming mad, I call up the RV shop and ask for the owner. Speak with him...let's call him Chip, and I go through the whole story. All that Chip says is sorry you and Don aren't communicating well. So I ask what am I supposed to do and what are you going to do for me. In the end he was mostly a prick, and gave me the correct part number that I can order online.

Maybe I shoulda just bought a bigger tent.



Sunday, January 11, 2009

H-Town Ice Fishing

We put seven on the ice, and should have had a few more...Not a bad Saturday afternoon and only 15 minutes from the house...