Idaho
The woman who signed the Fishing America contract for Idaho owns a bait and tackle shop/gun store/gas station with her husband. She took me fishing on the bank of the Clearwater River. We weren’t there twenty minutes when she announced, “Since it’s opening day of fishing, I’m worried my husband can’t handle the store without me. You just keep fishing here like I showed you and you will catch a Steelhead.” She left. I had been fishing alone for two days without a hit and I didn’t want to fish alone this third day, so I also left.
This was my 3rd fishing trip to this river and I have yet to get a Steelhead in Idaho.
On my first fishing trip to Idaho, it was with Kip and his son, Jake. I was putting new line on my reel and putting on waders to get a fishing advantage when Jake came running up the hill yelling, “Pop caught one! Pop caught one!” I went down and took a picture of them holding the fish. You are only allowed two fish per fishing license and Kip caught a fish on the second cast. With fishing that easy, he released his fish.
We stopped at the bait/tackle/gun/gas store on the way to the motel and told them about the fish. Back at the motel I went into the office to pick the manager’s brain about fishing. I asked if anyone had caught any Steelhead that he knew about. He said, “Some fool caught one today and let it go.” We didn’t catch another fish.
This picture is from a near-by trail.