July, (What happened to June?)
Posted By Linda Branham on July 11, 2012 @ 6:40 pm
I've been told it is high time for an update, (thanks Alan.)  That's the problem with being busy and having fun, you are actually living in the thick of it and find a much smaller window for writing about it.

What can I say about June? Cold weather, cold water temperatures, more snow on the mountains than I can remember during our many years here.  Everything behind schedule.  But fish have to eat to survive and insects have to hatch to carry on their cycle of life, so goes it.  Let's just say we were creative in our exploration of the elusive rainbow. We found little fished streams, hiked into beautiful areas that were resplendent in their spring awakening and we discovered fish.


Here we are well into July and the water temperatures are warming up and providing some excellent fishing.  We've been using dry flies a lot this week and as the waters warm, and different hatches occur, we will be doing more of it. Once the sun comes out the fish become active and hungry, heating up the action along with the water temperatures.


Our private waters and leases bring us continual rewards, we don't have to cover much territory to find what is good and plentiful close by. It doesn't hurt to have a river prolific with trout right at our doorstep either.


As I write this I've been watching two large Grizzly bears out my window, a light colored sow and darker colored bore, obviously smitten by one another.  They have been napping for at least in hour and are now stretching lazily, waiting for the next breeze, sound or smell to dictate their next preamble into the dense thicket.  The bore has most of the hair missing on his flanks and noticeable scars . . . he hobbles as he walks away, the probable result of a confrontation with another bore.  He looks well fed though, so I don't think he will have a problem if his wounds heal sufficiently. 


Chris just radioed, as he was taking off from the big lake, to tell me the bears were in the lake swimming across to the point.  Maybe the cold water will be therapeutic for the bears sore limbs.  Out of sight now, lumbering on to find diversity in a greener field.  One might think an animal that large would make horrendous sounds as they tread through the tundra, but they are quiet and almost graceful in their movements, covering incredible distances in a short amount of time.

Time to end this short blog. I promise to bring you more action, reports and curious happenings more frequently . . . and as they occur. Here is a great photo of the female bear that Tom King took this afternoon.



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