We both took turns casting and catching rising fish. The wind threatened to rear its ugly face, but thankfully died down. The hatch did not disappoint, and when it was over we went back to throwing streamers. Once more we heard the familiar sounds of a chopper approaching. We all stood and looked up as a black hawk did a fly-by below the crest of the canyon.
“They must be practicing.” Jim said looking up at the chopper. The temperature had noticeably dropped, especially after the canyon’s shadow covered the water. We decided to call it a day and head back. On the way out Tom was flipping his streamer out and catching a few fish. “This was a nice spot.” Tom said after releasing his fish.
“I agree. Thanks for suggesting we come here, Erik.” Jim added as we made it to the top of the canyon.
“I’m glad you guys liked it. Just think of the spots I’m not telling you about!” I cheekily added.
“We must not be that good of friends yet!” Jim said laughing. We drove off and made it back to Boise with daylight to spare. That's not the norm, but my good buddy, Ryan, was giving a talk to Trout Unlimited about his Alaska experience and we didn’t want to miss it.