Oliver's Visit - Part Six - Sun Valley

Yesterday, Oliver wanted to go do some World Class Fly Fishing for his last full day here in DaHo. So, off we went North to Ketchum and Sun Valley, where all the rich and famous come to play, fish, and all that other stuff they do. They build little log cabins for their visits (that usually sell in the $5M to $20M range) and all fly in on their personal Lear Jets - you know so they can ruff it like a 'normal' person...

I was telling Oliver about the Lear Jets and later we went past the airport and he saw all of them. There were probably 10 of them of all sizes visible on the ground and as we drove past, three more were landing. Life is hell in Sun Valley...

So, we decided to go down this little road in search of a 'World Class' place to fish, and ended up driving for a few miles around lots of very nice 'ranches' and ended up taking this river rock covered little side road that ended up real close to the river where a bridge had been washed out by all the flooding this last year. It was a really beautiful place to fish. There was shallow water and deep places and we could see fish waiting for dinner under the bridge. We decided to fish there, but first wanted to get some lunch and check with a local fishing shop for the 'scoop' on what flys to use there. So, we ended up at the only place that we knew, McDonalds for lunch. There, I met our neighbor and his wife that lives about 1/4 mile from DaHouse - strange.

After lunch, we drove around to show Oliver some of the 'sites' of the area and ended up at this 'World Class' fishing shop. If there was a 'Fishing Shop' on Rodeo Drive, this place would be it. It was worth the price of admission just to check it all out and listen to the salesman talk. He was quite a guy...

Then, we drove back to the little place we had found to fish and got all ready to fish with our waders and new flys and all. We sprayed lots for mosquitoes, since they were everywhere and we had got bitten a little on our first exploratory visit to the river. Oliver had killed one in the car that had been visiting one of us...

When we got to the river, I decided to stay around the bridge and Oliver decided to venture north to find a big one. It was a beautiful place but there was lots of trees and brush down and in the water all over from the flooding last winter.

The first fly I used was one of the new ones that we got. It seemed to attract a lot of interest and I hooked up almost immediately. The fish broke the fly off and that was that. I then went down by the bridge and after fishing for a while finally did catch one of these 'World Class Trout' - See the picture below...



It may look small, but don't let that fool you. It was at least 5" long and a real fighter... Actually, I didn't even know that it was on the line until I tried to cast my line...

A bunch of people showed up to play in the water and with their dogs, so I fished for another hour or so, and I got tired so I started looking for Oliver. He was coming down the river and we met up and went back to the car. He said he had been up the river about 1/2 mile and had been checking out a Beaver dam and was pretty tired.

When we got back to the car, I noticed a red Jeep that looked familiar. Anyway, we were getting changed and stuff put away, when the owners of the Jeep came back and started to drive past us. The driver, then yelled my name. It was Pam's sister, Bertie and her fiancee Vic and their dogs. We were 75 miles from home on this little off the beaten path road and end up parking right next to Pam's sister. That was weird.

After getting home, We fixed a special dinner of Beef Fillet, Chicken sausages and Moose steak. Pam cooked scalloped potatoes, garlic bread and a great salad. Oliver even wore his Moose sweatshirt to dinner. He tried the Moose and thought it tasted pretty good, but didn't chow down on it. He did really like the fillet and potatoes and salad though. We played pool and watched TV until late and had big fun in general...