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HOME RANGE: Notes on Literature, Nature, Working Dogs, History, Martial Arts, Other Obsessions and Sundry Annoyances by Henry Chappell

Loss and Memory

 

Puppy collars. Seems like last week. We've had a sad spring and summer. I haven't felt like talking or writing about the losses, and I don't have much to say now.


Caddo Cate-Cur: June 29, 2007 - May 31, 2019. The best all-around hunting dog I've owned. 

 
Matador Maggie Mae: March 1, 2003 - August 7, 2019. My beloved, stoical, hardworking girl.

Prospecting

I’ll be back.

 

The stream below is full of little brook trout. I hiked above the falls on a faint trail, climbing over and scooting under fallen trees, to this little section of creek. I didn’t have time to fish, but I’m hoping the waterfall serves as a barrier to brookies so that cutthroats flourish here. We’ll see.

Even Brook Trout Cure the Blues

Sometimes a little brook trout is exactly what’s needed.

 

A few days ago, fishing on a northern Idaho stream that will not be named, the largest west slope cutthroat I’ve ever hooked shook a #16 Adams Irresistible at my feet as I stood in a couple inches of water. I’m saying 14 inches. Not huge, but big for me. I don’t have a photo, but I do have a witness. A couple minutes later, this little rascal ate the same fly, and I felt pretty damn good. 

105 degrees back home in Texas. Low 60s in the Idaho Panhandle

Morning hike with The Estimable J., who is still a strong walker. Yes, there will be fishing, but I’m sure enjoying our 7:00 a.m. ritual. 

Idaho

My favorite view, my favorite place. Northern Idaho August 14, 2019.