“I want to hit that Owyhee, Brother!” Feef said to me. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was starving for some dry fly activity.
“You got it, Brother!” I said, “I have all the gear you will need, so don’t worry about packing anything on the plane.”
“Thanks, Brother!” Feef said, and the next morning he was in Boise. We wasted no time getting out to the river.
“This is what I needed, Brother!” Feef said, bringing in another fish.
“Well look at him!” I said to Feef, “He’s back!” Feef just smiled, as he brought in his fish quickly, unhooked it, and let it go.
“Well how about you get a picture of me?” I said after I hooked up.
“Well, give me your camera!” Feef said hotly, obviously not wanting to take up time from fly fishing.
“You know... You would still be over there, pissed at the world, not catching any fish if I hadn’t figured out what fly to use.” I reminded him.
“Well, are you going to hold up the fish?” Feef replied, not hearing a word I said.
I dipped my fish back into the water, and just as it kicked away, Feef was into another fish.
“Oh, this is a nice one, Brother!” Feef said, “Definitely want a picture with this one!”
“Nah, I’m too busy...” I said to him, not even looking in his direction.
“That’s messed up, Brother...” Feef complained, but I reeled in my fly to get a good shot of him with his fish.
“I’m starting to get hungry.” Feef said, and rightfully so; it was just after 2:00 p.m.
“Let’s catch a few more, because the fish are really on right now.” I suggested, so we stayed. Just as suspected, we both hooked into a fish in no time at all.
“Okay, one more fish before we go eat something.” Feef said, and he wasn’t kidding. He hooked into a fish quickly after his statement, and headed in.
I too caught a fish, and followed him up to the car.
“Fishing has been good for us!” I said, as we ate lunch.
“Yeah, but my head hurts.” Feef said with a mouth full of sandwich. “I kind of want to get going.”
“What?!” I retorted, “has living in Southern California made you soft?”
“No, I just have a bad headache.”
“You always find a way to screw up the day! The fish are biting like crazy, we figured out the fly, it’s a cool 75 degrees out, there is hardly anybody out here... But oh no! Feef wants to go home!” Feef gave me the most pathetically sad look he could manage, even with his headache.
The fact of the matter was, that we went out there to catch a few fish on camera to make another small video for Father’s Day. That had definitely been accomplished, so leaving early was really no big deal; and Feef had paid for my Oregon fishing license for the day.
“Ok, Brother, let’s get going.” I said to him, and he was all for it. We both geared down, and when we did I looked back into the river to see many rising fish. The thought of leaving all these rising fish behind seemed like a crime, but the amount of fish we had caught would make a good addition to the Father’s Day video, and that was most important.