So in a brief moment of insanity, I decided to take a few mickeys on a float trip with their new raft, down the lower Blue, Colorado.
After watching their brand new raft careen down the put in, I assured them that the worst was over. Which of course was a shallow promise, because at best, I am a smelly carp fisherman with a drinking problem.
At 780 cfs, she wasn’t too bad. The Wall was manageable and the wiers only required a little scooting.
These guys had about as much time on the sticks as Landon Mayer has NOT holding a big brown trout on the cover of Fly-Fisherman. So needless to say after a few run-ins with various downed trees and river banks, I decided I better row to make sure we got the pull out dry and alive. 45 minutes of fishing, six and a half hours of rowing. BLISTERS! Did manage to get one fish.
They say insanity is doomed to reappear in individuals who have walked in its shadow.
Taking the same boys on the same float tomorrow. You will be debriefed at end of mission.
