Yesterday I got back late from 4 days, 3 nights sleeping in a tent and fly-fishing in Wyoming about 20 miles down a dirt road from Encampment. What a great trip! There were three of us, all over sixty ( two if us are 68). We each had a poor day of fishing. We all had very good days of fishing.
I was very happy that I had two days of almost exclusively dry fly fishing over rising trout (and catching them). Each of us had a best combination of flies. I fished a big fluffy stimulator and a quite small (size 18) parachute blue winged olive behind it. Even when I could not see the small fly, I could see the big fly jerk when the small fly was taken. Of course, a couple of exceptionally hungry fish took the big fly for some extra fun.
I had a kind of scary episode. The first morning one of my friends and I walked about a mile in our fishing gear over a rough jeep track to a point where we could wade across the North Platte River. It was knee high at worst and about 20 to 30 yards wide. It’s the kind of river that the bottom is covered with both round and irregular, slippery rocks (think greased bowling balls). Almost half way across, I was gasping for air. I could not seem to get it into my lungs. After standing in the current for a few minutes I was able to wade back and sit on a rock for about 15 minutes. I decided to fish closer to camp and walked back. The fishing was worse near camp and I only caught one fish the whole day. That’s my bad day. Why did I have the attack? We don’t know. It could be an effect of carcinoid cancer. I have had it a few times before. It could be heart. It could be asthma (I tried my friend’s albuterol inhaler and it did no good).
The second day we took a four wheel drive SUV on the jeep track and I still lost my wind a bit just before I finished crossing the river but I made it. The fishing was great on the other side after we walked another half mile on rough game and cattle trails. I never had another problem breathing.
The daytime temperature got to perhaps 72 degrees F. Bright sun all day. Nights got pretty cold. You could see your breath in the morning when you got up. It was probably below 40 degrees. The campfires were good. The milky way was magnificent. Only two other campsites were occupied. In other words, it could not have been better.
That must be one of those best possible outcomes that I mention from time to time,