River rising, high wind (howling upstream actually) made for slow fishing and heavy duty rowing, especially ornery for geezers such as Al and me. At times even hauling on the oars backward the wind flat out stopped our downstream progress. Rowing the entire time, mostly backwards to get more thrust, it took over 4 hours from Maiden Rock to Melrose (aka Salmon Fly). No we did set any catch records but we didn't get skunked either. And then there was the mature cow moose with last year's calf high in the rocks (where normally sheep only go) at the bottom of the canyon; several bald eagles, one on the nest above Merriwether; a couple sandhillls, a great blue heron, a hawk or three, numerous geese and a few ducks and note to self to not let Annie loose anywhere near the Connebear trap set for beaver across from eagle nest...not good for nosey dogs such as she...The ordeal did emphasize (at least to this ol' boy, can't speak for Al) how bad a shape and, more to the point, how much repair work I need to get in afore the real rowin' season gets underway...over and out...
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