Originally posted by Moosie:
I would post them but it's just ASS shots fromthe other guys... So I'll wait untill Gunner gets out of the Dam Sportsmans isues and Get's on the ball
Moosie, there are hardly any topics about the Dams in SI, today. But yes, I think we should breach all of them on the Lower Snake and restore our Wild Salmon and Steelhead runs to the levels of years gone by.
I was gonna post pictures, but they all had you in them, and who wants to see more pictures of Moosie????
So, instead, I'll give a bit of a re-cap.....
We were supposed to meet Moosie (and Big "O") and Wylee at the Cheveron in the old mill town that is now not much more than a Cheveron and a Subway... Not bad, but we were only about 10 minutes late. I think I had told Moosie that, so not too big of a deal.
We could have got back on the road a bit sooner, but Moosie had to go into the Gas Station and buy this huge Haggen-Daz bar and Choc Milk at 6:30am...
In any event, after a handstand in the parking lot, and introductions of the two who didn't know everybody, we all loaded up, and took 3 pick-ups to haul 5 guys, two boats, 3 buckets of Grease, 2 buckets of Blue Berrys, one bucket of Chocolate Chips, 4 bags of Grain, 4 bags of Dog Food (2 AttaBoy and 2 Ol' Roy), 8 bottles of Soda (Raspberry and Grape), 12 packages of Jell-O (Peach, Lime, Lemon, Orange), several BIG game bags of Bread/Doughnuts/Bagles, a huge brick of Peanut Butter Sandwiches, Anise Oil, 9 cans of Tuna Fish, and a bunch of bread crusts.
We also had 4 back pack frames, and about 3 feet of twine, total.
We got to the first spot, and proceeded in a business like manner of launching the boats and preparing for the voyage....
We carried everything down to river's edge, and then Wylee and I decided to test the Canoe in the moving river, just to see how "tippy" it was. Well, it was tippy.

We did make it across, but then left all the freighting to Moosie and the Bass Boat. The first trip brought all the food, and the second trip brought the remaining pack string.
In between totally irrelevant (but funny) stories, we managed to get the packs loaded up, and started the hill climb to the bait site. It didn't take long to decide that the fleece jacket was too much as we quickly got warm.
We worked up the hill, with a few rests under the pack frames, and Moosie decided to take the lead, apparently I was not making good enough time. I wasn't too worried about Moosie, as I assumed he would eventually find his way back after getting lost. He and my buddy, Ted, kept heading up to the bait site, and then when they got close, they decided not to go to the bait site, but to keep going up the hill to some unknown place. Sure enough, Moosie was gonna get lost.
I then headed to the bait site, and casually hollered up the hill to the Lost Boys, and suggested they bring the bait back to where the site is......
Then the process of digging, dumping, more trips to the boat and back up the hill. Pouring Soda and Jell-O, dumping grease, etc.. etc..
For some reason, instead of hanging his Tree Stand, Moosie just decided to leave it down on the ground. Perhaps, so that the bear would not have to work so hard to eat the grease-covered foam seat off the stand.
We then called Site "C" done, and headed back to the boats....
One down, three more to go....