The crusty hamburger buns were all that were left in the cupboard, so I slathered a thick layer of peanut butter and jelly on each side, put the sandwich in a ziplock bag and stowed it in my pack.
Eight hours later, I sat streamside reflecting over the morning of fishing while eating that crusty PB&J. With work and family, the days on the water seem to be fewer and fewer, so I purposefully reveled in the fresh air, the smell of pine trees and the sound of the running water. The big brown trout that had smashed my streamer just an hour before was still fresh on my mind and I replayed the scene in my mind again – bent rod, netting the fish, and the release – over and over.
By the time the sun began to set, it was still several miles back to the truck. The last mile was dark enough where I contemplated digging through my pack for my headlamp, but I trusted the steep canyon pathway, having walked it many times before.
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Whoa, that fish is a slob.
Very nice.
Re: Leftover burger or hot dog buns, I’ve done that on more than one occasion…still good eats.
Thanks Mike. Hope all is well. I’ve been enjoying your recent trips. Take care.
Ben
That, is a healthy trout. Nothing better than a pb&j on a day like that. As always, thanks for sharing your adventures.
Thanks Shawn.
Living the dream, once again, Ben. Thanks for sharing.
You know it Jeff. Hope you’re finding some time on the water.
Ben
Come on…What stream is that?
Would you believe me if I said the Salt River?
As one who grew up fishing in Arizona (but doesn’t live there now), I’d guess that stretch of river required a reservation permit.
“The crusty hamburger buns were all that were left in the cupboard…” These are dark times indeed.
Haha. You know how it is Max.
Browns in the Lower Salt… One of my reoccurring day dreams.
Along with steady flows and a couple miles designated as catch and release only water of course…
Beautiful!
No tippet for your steamers? I don’t!