The day was cruising by and the meadowlark’s songs were echoing over the water as it trickled over the rocks. All that was interrupted by the distant sounds of Dedrick yelling downstream to us. I was too far away to hear what he was saying, but I did see his rod tip in the air, arched over fighting a fish! Feef was half way between us, so I yelled over to him, “Dedrick doesn’t have a net! Get up to him!” Feef started reeling up his line to help, when were heard another call from Dedrick.
“..Big fish...” Was all I could make out, before I jumped on the bank, and ran upstream. Feef was making his way up through the river, but couldn’t move as fast as I was on the bank. To my surprise, Dedrick had already brought in the fish and was holding it under the water.
“Very nice!” I said, as I got to Dedrick.
“It just came up and ate my fly.” Dedrick told me excitedly; “I threw it right over there...” He said pointing to the river, “...when it came up, and took my fly!”
“Well, let's get a picture!” I said, and Dedrick quickly picked up the fish.
It was indeed a very nice fish to catch on your first day fishing the Owyhee. I was clicking on the camera, taking a few pictures, when on the third click, the fish kicked to get away and we ended up with a fish-flop picture!
“Well, look at Brad Pit down there! I said, "Are you doing some shadow casting?” Feef started laughing, and I smiled down at Dedrick, who looked up at me and said, “What?”
“He dosn’t get it.” Feef said to me and we both chuckled as Dedrick made a few more casts before coming in.
Soon we were all back at the truck and geared down. Feef took one more look around. The springtime offer sa nice scenic view out on the Owyhee, as the red canyon rocks poke though the green foliage, creating a spectacular sight.
“I’m not sure. I don’t want to come out too much; I can get sick of it sometimes.” I said back.
“Brother, you have no idea.” Feef said, as he once felt the same way when he lived in Boise. But now that he is gone, and the great fishing opportunities are no longer present, I know that he wishes he could come here every weekend.
“Overall, it was a good day. We all caught fish!” I said, happily.
“Heck yeah!” Dedrick yelled!
“Yep, and tomorrow I head back to stupid Bakersfield...” Feef said, “...and I already can’t wait to come back!”