Located on the map at the letter "e". The river runs through the valley from it's headwaters for roughly (57) miles before it dumps into the more well known Salmon River at Ellis, Idaho. There are many ranches and old homesteads in this area as the river runs through the valley passing the old mining town of Patterson and May, Idaho, before it reaches its destination.
I have some sentimentality with this area. Many family members worked the mine in Patterson during it's good times. Many left the valley when the mine "dried" up and went on to lead their lives in other areas widespread. Some of my relatives are buried in the May Cemetery. It is an area rich with history and lots of stories from earlier generations.
Now on to the main point of this blog post. The Fly Fishing in The Pahsimeroi River that I experienced. I must admit that in my (35) years spent living in Southern Idaho that I only fished this river one time. However, I did visit the area on multiple occasions primarily on family activities such as camping trips or family reunions.
One day, long ago, my brother Dennis suggested that we go down and try to find a spot to fish on The Pahsimeroi River. Something different to do besides fishing the Salmon River and Valley Creek while staying at his place in Stanley, Idaho. As is often the case, much of The Pahsimeroi River runs through private property and ranch lands. We knew we would have to, more than likely, request permission to access the river somewhere along it's route. So off we went prepared for an adventure!
When we reached the river, we took the road up the highway from Ellis, Idaho, into the valley. We kept our eyes on the river as much as we could looking for a stretch that begged us to ask landowner permission. Fate was with us and we pulled into a older white ranch home on the upper side of the highway from the river.
I remember being somewhat uneasy as we approached the door. I have met and talked too some very rigid landowners, and rightfully so, who had no interest in allowing folks to fish on their property. However, in this case we were met at the door by a little old lady. I am guessing she was near (80) years old at the time. We asked politely if we could cross her land to fish on the river. Her response was amazing. "Sure you can, she said. You can drive in through that gate there, but, just be sure to close the gate behind you so that the horses don't get out"....
Still somewhat awed by her kindness, we drove down the road, opened the gate and closed it up to keep the horses in and headed to the stream. The rest of the story is a fly fishing day that comes so rarely. No other anglers around, a beautiful day and the Pahsimeroi trout.
I like to say this was "BC" time. Before cameras that is, but, that is not true. I just forgot my camera. So to bring this story into spectrum, I have selected a few photos found online to share my experience.
Down through the pasture the river meanders along!
Immersed in total trout stream Heaven.........
Dry Fly fishing as sweet as you would ever want it!
Now, it was not easy fishing! These Rainbows were fairly selective and your drift and presentation had to be just right. But, we did meet the challenge on a number of occasions.
Thinking back, my memory leads me to remember a couple of flies that were successful on this day.
The Adams Irresistible did the job on a number of trout.
This is where, also, I fell in love with Yellow Humpy's for the first time...................
Sorry no fish pictures as all fish were immediately released to waters they treasured. However, I could not finish this rambling post without one more short memory.
We wanted to thank the lady from the ranch house for her kindness. So as we pulled out of the field, closed the gate, and secured the horses inside as requested, we drove back up to the house to share our day and to give thanks for this wonderful experience. The sun was going down as we knocked on the door. She welcomed us in and ask how we enjoyed our day. Unbelievably, she handed us each a bag with Roast Beef sandwiches and homemade Chocolate Brownies to eat on the way back to Stanley that night. What a class act!
So to The River Damsel, now you know where my fly fishing and love of cookies (Brownies) had it's start............ Sweet!
This Ol' Eagle is going to stop now for it is time to rest the eyes and fingers of pain..........