Name The Drift Boat

Name my boat and win a fantastic prize. Submit entries via the comment section. If your name is selected you will receive a great prize (currently undetermined) Front runner at this point is the "Pittsburg Nelly" named after a frontier whore, the things she could do with her one good arm could make you forget all about that thing growin on her neck. (see Almost Heroes with Chris Farley if you dont get it) Good Luck and be creative. Thank You

Picture is Boo and Tasha on Hayden Lake

Drift Boat Saga

It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine.
I have been looking for a drift boat for fly fishing for quite a while now. I have been tempted to buy a new one, the fiberglass Hydes and Clackacrafts are tempting. But I really wanted a wood boat because that is what boats are supposed to be made out of. Our Viking brothers made their vessels of wood and sailed across the freakin Altantic Ocean so I think it can handle the rivers of North Idaho and Western Montana ( I hope) So I have looked and even checked out a few on Ebay. I went to Seattle one morning to buy a drift boat and backed out because it's name was painted on the side and it was the Dry Rot and the name fit. I was back home by lunch time. This journey led me to this fine specimen. I saw an ad in a local paper that said that a drift boat was for sale in Libby Montana. I sent a email and they sent sent me some pictures, I was intrigued and made a low ball offer that was accepted and so I took off one beautiful May morning for Libby to pick up my boat. The drive from Coeur d'Alene to Libby is one of the most enjoyable drives you can take, about two and a half hours of wildlife, mountains, rivers, waterfalls and pristine country. I stopped at the Forest Service office in Libby because that is where both of the owners worked. He was the head biologist for the entire Flathead National Forest Service and she also worked there. Nice people in their late fifites early sixties maybe. We went to their home on the Kootenai River to see the boat. As soon as they pulled the cover off I said I would take it. I handed over the cash and he grumbled about beating them up on the price, I ignored him as I was hooking the trailer up to my truck. She cried a little as I drove off, she had sanded and refinished the boat herself the previous winter and had done a nice job. (Montana women ain't that purty but they are right handy) It is now in my garage waiting for the rivers to calm down from the spring blowout. So now I have a drift boat and rivers to run and fish to catch. Come on up and I'll take you out.

Cool

Well it is Memorial Day weekend and the temperature has dropped like it always does. It is raining and cold. It will top off today in the low 50s. The previous blog on the heat and global warming should now be disregarded, it is obvious we are in the throes of the next ice age. (buy property in Costa Rica - six percent please) Of course these wild ass extremes in the weather can only mean one thing the End of The World. That's right, oh its coming they have been saying it for hundreds of years and one of these days they are going to be right. That Al Gore is full of shit man.

Ipod

The Boo Turns 16

Bryant celebrated his sixteenth birthday with a kegger and fireworks. Not really but he did go bowling with his mama and later had pie.

Thar She Blows

It's a little late but here is Lisa on her B-day

My God The Heat

This is the situation. It is May 18 and it is 93 degrees in Coeur d'Alene. That crazy bastard Al Gore is right! Holy crap global warming is not a myth. Previous record was 86 degrees and that was back when pioneers were burning buffalo turds on the Oregon Trail to heat up their Mormon Tea for their caffeine fix back before they had Red Bull and Diet Rock Star. Normal temps would be in the 60s-70 range and it will be back there in a few days but this is not right. Wenesday the furnace was on that night and the air conditioner kicked in by afternoon. That kind of drastic change is not good for the soul, in fact it really ticks me off to be deprived of the beautiful spring weather that I love. But I am a glass half full kinda guy and this blast of heat has really cranked up the run-off from snow melt and it might - just might make the June 1 opener on the river fishing in Idaho decent. The rivers are blown right now, big and fast moving. You can almost hear the snow melting on Lolo Peak. Stay tuned, if the global warming persists I hear Greenland is going to be great. In fact buy real estate there now, beat the rush. ( If you do buy I will need to collect the six percent, thanks)

Famous in Vegas

June 23, 2005
TASHA Larsen of Post Falls, Idaho, and her ten-month-old nephew Johnny Boden of St. George, Utah, gaze through a window in C-Gate to view a new control tower in D-Gate at McCarran International Airport. The tower opened in April as part of a $125 million expansion to the D concourse.
MATTHEW MINARD / LAS VEGAS SUN

Boo did a yahoo search for Tasha Larsen and this picture of her and Bodie came up from the Las Vegas Airport. Pretty Cool.

I Never Update Ever

I Never Update my blog ever not even a little bit.

Cruel

The spring fishing that I am used to on the Clark Fork River in Montana has not materialized. A substantial snowpack and a very wet spring has played the cruelest of jokes on me. The river in it's pre-runoff usaully fishes well with a big stone fly hatch. The stone fly in question is a called a Skwala and it a is big, hairy beautiful beast and the fish love them. Alas, the aformentioned bug is hatching and the hatch is prolific. But, and this is a big ass but, the river is a gigantic frothing dirt clod with visibility in about the two inch range. Hence, the bugs are there but the large trout cannot see the damn things and as a result cannot eat the damn things. And now the weather has got quite warm and the real runoff begins, which means the river will be blown out for all of May. Oh sure, you could find some back eddies to float some bottom hugging junk like San Juan Worms and other disgusting "flies" but the fishing would be slow and sleazy and you would look back on it with disgust. To top this all off, the rivers in Idaho are closed in May for the cutthroat spawn and so we are at point when it may become necessary to pitch a fit of rage and futility. Oh the cycles of nature are quite interesting and when they mess up my own personal enjoyment they become annoying. In a perfect world the complicated workings of nature would revolve around me and my need to fly fish. The rivers would be there for me, the trout would be mine to catch and the beer would flow like wine. It is not too much to ask after toughing out another Northwest winter. Nature is cruel, cruel indeed.