Post by fishny on May 31, 2009 19:05:15 GMT -5
Greg and I threw our gear in his truck and braved the wilds of the Pharaoh Lake Wilderness. No Egyptians, but plenty of brookies...
Greg and I scouted on Friday night and the water was boiling. No rods then, though.
Foulhooked and his girlfriend arrived Saturday morning. Two beer-drinking, farting, burping and spitting guys paddled to a remote trout water followed by a gentleman and his lady.
Greg and I humped some float-tubes to the pond and kicked around for several hours. Greg missed a big fish early, I landed a keeper later. Foulhooked and his partner showed up later, and I loaned him my tube for a trip around the pond while she enjoyed a book on a sunny rock. He returned with another keeper.
We all packed up and headed back to camp with plans to return after dinner for the evening hatch.
Before heading back out, we went for beers and Red Bulls. Having "grown wings" from the B-vitamins and Taurine, Greg and I headed out ahead of Foulhooked and his then sleeping beauty.
It was this return trip that rewarded Greg. Small brookies were rising to midge clusters. As Greg and I finished asembling our rods, Foulhooked and partner arrived (I swear FH had a motor hidden in that Raddison--but most likely he can row that thing with super-human strength). We three fishermen spread out to attack. Both Foulhooked and I managed a few smaller ones...they were small, hungry but SELECTIVE. Greg returned from his spot with his keeper that rivaled the others from earlier in the day.
A dark bushwack out and fading twilight canoe trip later we were back at camp enjoying a fire built by FH, visiting with The Doctor and some silver bullets.
Woke up late Sunday morning, maybe 10ish? Packed up and was eating breakfast at Pickens in Schroon Lake by 11:30.
Great weekend with great people.
Greg has the pics you are all looking for...he suggested that I do the writing.
Greg and I scouted on Friday night and the water was boiling. No rods then, though.
Foulhooked and his girlfriend arrived Saturday morning. Two beer-drinking, farting, burping and spitting guys paddled to a remote trout water followed by a gentleman and his lady.
Greg and I humped some float-tubes to the pond and kicked around for several hours. Greg missed a big fish early, I landed a keeper later. Foulhooked and his partner showed up later, and I loaned him my tube for a trip around the pond while she enjoyed a book on a sunny rock. He returned with another keeper.
We all packed up and headed back to camp with plans to return after dinner for the evening hatch.
Before heading back out, we went for beers and Red Bulls. Having "grown wings" from the B-vitamins and Taurine, Greg and I headed out ahead of Foulhooked and his then sleeping beauty.
It was this return trip that rewarded Greg. Small brookies were rising to midge clusters. As Greg and I finished asembling our rods, Foulhooked and partner arrived (I swear FH had a motor hidden in that Raddison--but most likely he can row that thing with super-human strength). We three fishermen spread out to attack. Both Foulhooked and I managed a few smaller ones...they were small, hungry but SELECTIVE. Greg returned from his spot with his keeper that rivaled the others from earlier in the day.
A dark bushwack out and fading twilight canoe trip later we were back at camp enjoying a fire built by FH, visiting with The Doctor and some silver bullets.
Woke up late Sunday morning, maybe 10ish? Packed up and was eating breakfast at Pickens in Schroon Lake by 11:30.
Great weekend with great people.
Greg has the pics you are all looking for...he suggested that I do the writing.