The limbs are aching, the feet are sore, but the spirit soars after a day spent bushwhacking a small stream for little backcountry (and native) rainbow trout.

I’m not as young as I used to be, and at times I get a little dismayed by the need for “Vitamin A” after a day spent rock-hopping.

Then again, when I was younger, I was less cagey about finding places like this, suggesting the aging process isn’t entirely negative.

Older Bro and I talked about it afterward (both of us tired and beat), and decided that fly fishermen simply aren’t interested in putting out this level of effort for tiny backcountry trout (we had a couple in the 9″-11″ class, and many smaller fish), so there was simply no need to publish the location.

You may applaud our thinking at will.

The Admission

I know I’m way, way behind on the writing/photo editing/posting gig; I still have unpublished photos (and the stirrings of a short essay) from my hike into an alpine lake with Craig Nielsen.

The Montana Road Trip 2010 should be good for a hefty wrap-up post, and then there’s the McCloud River Hydro Relicensing (now with the great taste of data) – plus a look into Siskiyou County’s ongoing attempts to stall dam removal on the Klamath, there by driving a stake through the heart of the salmon fishery.

Then there’s today’s Extended Rock Scramble.

I’ll get to it sometime soon. How could I call myself the first “MegaProTurboExtreme if I didn’t?

Until then, watch Older (OK, Elderly Bro) stalk and catch a trout:

fly fishing for backcountry trout

Sneaking Up on 'em...

fly fishing for backcountry trout

The little backhanded flip cast...

fly fishing for backcountry trout

Affirmation!

See you at the keyboard, Tom Chandler.