RANTINGS AND RAVINGS OF AN OLD MAN TRULY RUINED BY SPORT

Friday, July 15, 2016

Old Guys Highlight The Guide Season...

For me the "Old Guys": A group of fly fishermen ranging in age from 100 thru the 90s, the youngest one is just a kid in his late 80. They are a delight to guide and indeed highlight my guide season. This year Jack's goal (100 years young) was to catch "just one trout, my birthday present to myself'".  And with all us guides cheering the old boy on, of course he by god got it done. Just minutes after launching first morning he hooked, fought and landed a nice brown. And, with pressure off, of course he went on to catch several more over three days. We should all be so lucky, eh?

Meanwhile, in my boat, Charlie (92 1/2 years young) got skunked first day. Rebounded the 2nd with 6 or 8 trout in the net (one rainbow, about 4 pounds, nearly wore the old boy out before he finally managing to put her in the net) several others missed. But the highlight came the 3rd morning when he hooked a really big brown which refused to give up and...Well, worn to a frazzle, Charley mumbled "Chuck, think I'm gonna have ta break the bastard off, can't hardly hold on much longer." But he did, just long enough to slip the net under the beast--something like 25-26 inches and at least 8 pounds. Slumping in bow seat, almost to whupped to speak, whispered, "Goddamn, Chuck, what a beautiful trout...thank you."

Thank you Charley for being such a good guy to share time with...don't know about you but for me the trout were just a bonus.

PS No the above is not "the" brown; Hard to believe, I know, but both the old man and the kid forgot our cameras...Imagine!

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Stealing Your Public Lands....

...In a series of short videos (15 in all), hunter and activist (our side), Randy Newberg, calmly shoots down every argument the greedy wing-nuts are spouting as they attempt to steal our public lands, turn them over to the various states who will (there is no doubt) then sell-off big chunks to the highest bidder forever shutting down free public access. No matter how you use our public lands--hunt, fish, camp, hike, photograph, bird, watch wildlife, hell, just kick back and enjoy the scenery. Should such as calamity ever come to pass we can flat out kiss it goodbye--unless of course you have deep enough pockets to pay the new fiddlers...Trust me folks these videos are well-worth the few minutes each takes to view and better yet provide all the ammo you need to throttle these bastards...

For more check out: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLLdxutimd-JsEtFEIVd4kfFhn3EMTBRuC

Friday, May 27, 2016

Puppy Rescued After Falling Into a Mine Shaft...


 While training our 5-month old German wire-haired pointer pup, Maggie, on BLM land outside of Dillon, MT she ran headlong into a 26-foot deep abandoned mine shaft. Right away she started yelping and crying and, having no idea the hole was there, at first we thought she had somehow injured a leg or something? When we realized what you can imagine our terror...Then just as we reached the hole she stopped yelping and crying...When our pleas, "Mags, hang in there baby, we'll get you out..." brought no response naturally we feared the worst.

Dr. Mike Clark, a friend and member of Beaverhead Search and Rescue,
about to rappel down to Maggie's rescue.
Vertical and too steep to get down to where I could see her, assess whether the hole was dry or, more to the point, how badly she was hurt. And no cell service, no way for me to get to her anyway, we took off to get help.

After meeting first responders, Sheriff Frank Kluesner and Under-sheriff David Chase we returned to the mine shaft. Our hopes soared when we found Mags had moved such we could now see her. While we could not really see whether on her feet or lying down, each time I talked she raised her head and looked up. Amazing to us she seemed alert, calm and gave no indication of being in pain.

Beaverhead Search and Rescue arrived and soon had Dr. Mike Clark rigged and on his way down. You can only imagine our elation when I asked Mike, "how's she doin'?" and he responded, "Chuck, except for bein' scared and scuffed up some, she seems okay, can't see that anything's broken."




When Mike shoved Mags (in the bag) over the last lip, seeing as how she was kicking and struggling...like get me outta this damn thing, NOW!!! ended any worries she might be hurt badly.

When Gale unzipped the bag she came out wagging her butt (stub of a tail) such we thought she       might self-destruct. It took two hands to hold her until we could get a lead on and safely get 
her away from hole...
Tired and way thirsty, hard to believe, but except for a minor cut on her forehead and a bloody nose she showed no signs of other injuries. After a quick stop at the Vet, who agreed she looked way better than she should, we took her home.

Now two days removed you would never know...