I Heart the Jack's Fork

The Jack's Fork is my new favorite river.  I like it even better than the Eleven Point even though it lacks trout.  Heck, I like the Jack's Fork more than I like my wife.  (Just kidding, Kerri.)

The Eleven Point is awesome.  It has trout and good water levels year round, and the Jack's Fork has neither of those qualities.  So why is it my favorite river right now?  I think it's the smallmouth.  Yep. It's definitely the smallmouth. 

My Plan

So, my plan is to come down on Sunday morning (early!).  I expect Jeff and Gentry and maybe Russell will have already been on the river for a day or so.  I'm not sure about Josh.  I think Drew and Matt should come too, but I don't know what their plans are.

I think it will be best for any of us coming down Sunday to already have our canoe, maybe mine if it is up for it, so we don't have to take time getting rentals and getting transported to the river.  We'll have to figure out where to meet up at.   What if you guys put in at the Prongs on Saturday morning and then we met up around Buck Hollow on Sunday morning?  Then we could take camp at Jam up or somewhere around there Sunday night and take out at Rymers on Monday.  I think that would be about 5 miles a day which I think would be an excellent fishing pace.

Yar hardy hardily ho!  Har yar harr harr, harr yarr dardily do ho ho.

Matt wants access, Russell.  Give it to him again and maybe he'll use it this time.

Yar freakin har

Yardy Hardy Har Har Har

Ye hardies yo! Yar har har! Yo ho ho and a bottle of arrrr! Maties, we be yar har hardy ho! AAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Yar Har!  We be back! And it be time for another outing.  

Jack's Fork.  Memoriall Day weekend.  We'll be rondayvooing at vareyus times and from at leest four reejons so we need to get organized.  An unorganized pirate is a poor pirate.

Riverton Cabin Remembered

The frigid weather and desolate winter landscape has me thinking back to last January, to the float trip that didn't happen. Being on the Eleven Point would have been nice, but the cabin at Hufstedler's, with the big fire right outside the backdoor, was too warm and tempting compared to the 10 degrees outside.

Besides, it was still a cool trip. I killed my first deer, and Jeff took his Jeep off road for the first time. We found prehistoric girlie pictures in the old workshop and explored a creepy old house.

The thing I remember best is the slow pace and the stark calm of the landscape, and as hectic as things get around the holidays, I wouldn't mind heading back down there soon.