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  1. I have to say I am a bit surprised by the unanimous (although an unimpressive 2 of 2) Gasconade nomination. I have never been on the Gasconade, but from what little I have read, I imagined it to be a bit slow and boring in terms of canoeing and scenery. I also thought of it more of a powerboating river which, again, would make the canoeing much less enjoyable. Are your recommendations more based on the fishing potential or am I off in my admittedly ignorant assessment of the river? The Jacks Fork/Current and the Buffalo have proven to be nice rivers for multi day floats while the Kings and Elk rivers have been my single day fishing spots. I have many rivers to cross off my list yet!
  2. No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man. Heraclitus The third annual Andy Hart Memorial Fishing Trip took place last week. This was the 12th annual trip overall. Once again, we selected the Jack’s Fork/Current River watershed as our conduit. Our original plan was four our group of 10 (five father/son combinations) to get on the Current at Round Spring on midday Wednesday and get off the river at the Logyard midday Friday. At about 6:00AM on Wednesday morning the group of 6 leaving Tulsa became 4 as one of the dad’s fell ill overnight. Fortunately, we were able to procure seven of the eight racks of ribs he had prepared for the trip as well of some of his fishing tackle. So, as it turns out, a group of four from Tulsa and a group of four from Kansas City headed toward the Current River with dreams of lunkers dancing in our heads. By the time both groups approached Springfield, we were met by mother nature and her attempts to scare us off from our plans. We drove through thunderstorms that at times included severe downpours of rain that limited sight enough to slow our progress to a crawl. Undeterred, we met up in Eminence where we decided to audible to a new route down the river – one that would assure us of a dry night one. We decided to rent a couple of cabins on the river bank in Eminence and return to the route we travelled last summer, beginning at Alley Spring. We headed up to Harvey’s Alley Spring Canoe Rental to get our trip underway. Although we received some strange looks for wanting to head out on a 3-day journey in the pouring rain, the folks at Harvey’s got us set up and on our way. Our first day on the river, we started with a steady rain falling but the boys quickly got on some fish before even stepping into a canoe. We were hopeful that the bite would keep up but were soon disappointed as the fishing from Alley Spring back to Eminence was quite slow. However, the rain did not keep up with the same intensity as before and it stopped all together in the late afternoon, giving way to a beautiful, foggy-river sunset. We took our time knowing that we did not have to set up camp with cabins waiting for us that night. As we unloaded our canoes and began to make a fire, our last canoe made it back to camp shortly after nightfall. Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday. A A Milne On our first night, we honored our dear, departed friend by sending sky lanterns into the night sky – one for each of the 9 years Andy Hart came on this float trip. Unfortunately, we did not get all 9 airborne but we toasted him and thought of him as we watched several sky lanterns drift away into a very still night sky. Day two began later than most mornings on the river due to our relatively plush accommodations for a river trip. We slept in, made breakfast and began to load up for a new day on the river with unexpected sunshine greeting us. The fishing was once again slow, but we kept at it as we drifted through town and by all the horse camps near Eminence. Despite all the rain, the Jack’s Fork remained gin-clear, possibly making the fish a bit tougher to catch and a bit easier to spook. As the morning gave way to afternoon, the cloud cover increased, and the fishing improved. All of us began to catch fish more frequently as a light rain set in. Fortunately, the rain lasted less than an hour and as it subsided all four canoes were in close proximity to each other when we hit a honey hole that provided some of the largest fish on the trip and my own personal best smallmouth, an 18.5-inch beauty. The bite remained solid as we made our way into Two Rivers in the middle of the afternoon. It wasn’t until Two Rivers that we saw another human being on the river at all. After a quick stop at the new store at Two Rivers, we pressed on enjoying the increased current of the Current River. The water clarity decreased, and long casts became easier on the larger river – two factors that I believe contributed in better fishing compared to the smaller, clearer Jack’s Fork. Just after our stop at Two Rivers, an officer (not sure if he was a game warden or a Park Service officer) called us to the river’s edge to check our fishing licenses. In my 42 years, this is the first and only time I have ever had a fishing license checked! I was pleased that my diligence in always getting my license finally paid off. Fishing was steady all afternoon and evening as we looked for our intended camping spot for night two across from Martin Bluff. When we reached our camping destination, we couldn’t believe our luck with the weather. We had expected a very wet trip from start to finish with a break finally on day 3. As it turned out, we had a cool, overcast trip with minimal rain. After setting up our camp and building fire, we had dinner on the river and played some dice on one of the coolers. We also were given a nice light show with lightening flickering and lighting up the sky in the distance but never truly threatening our peace. We had another wonderful night on the river celebrating our friend, our friendships, our sons and all our good fortune. Be like a river. Be open. Flow. Julie Connor I am not sure if it was the cool, calm night, the sound of the river, or the extra little bit of Fireball I imbibed but I slept like a rock! A beautiful foggy morning greeted us as well as some delicious breakfast burritos that, along with a liter of Gatorade and some cold brew coffee, soothed my slightly aching head. After working through the breakdown of camp with the sun ascending, several refreshing plunges in the river helped to cool us down. Friday was the warmest and sunniest day of our trip, but I don’t think the temperature even sniffed 90 degrees and there was plenty of intermittent cloud cover. Fishing was once again steady on Friday. While there were not many fish of significant size, the bite was steady enough to keep everyone satisfied. As we reached our pick-up spot at Blue Spring, I could not help but reflect on our all-too-brief trip. I am not one who believes in this sort of thing, but once again it felt like our friend was looking after us and compelling our trip work out with the best possible results. We had storms early to keep others off the river but overall great weather and great fishing. What could have been a washout of a trip became the most comfortable summer float imaginable full of fun, friends and fish! A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure. Oliver Wendell Holmes Throughout the trip, I tried many different lures and techniques. I caught only a couple on any top-water lures despite trying several and I caught a couple on crankbaits. The lure of choice was once again 3” soft plastics in a variety of colors.
  3. No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man. Heraclitus The third annual Andy Hart Memorial Fishing Trip took place last week. This was the 12th annual trip overall. Once again, we selected the Jack’s Fork/Current River watershed as our conduit. Our original plan was four our group of 10 (five father/son combinations) to get on the Current at Round Spring on midday Wednesday and get off the river at the Logyard midday Friday. At about 6:00AM on Wednesday morning the group of 6 leaving Tulsa became 4 as one of the dad’s fell ill overnight. Fortunately, we were able to procure seven of the eight racks of ribs he had prepared for the trip as well of some of his fishing tackle. So, as it turns out, a group of four from Tulsa and a group of four from Kansas City headed toward the Current River with dreams of lunkers dancing in our heads. By the time both groups approached Springfield, we were met by mother nature and her attempts to scare us off from our plans. We drove through thunderstorms that at times included severe downpours of rain that limited sight enough to slow our progress to a crawl. Undeterred, we met up in Eminence where we decided to audible to a new route down the river – one that would assure us of a dry night one. We decided to rent a couple of cabins on the river bank in Eminence and return to the route we travelled last summer, beginning at Alley Spring. We headed up to Harvey’s Alley Spring Canoe Rental to get our trip underway. Although we received some strange looks for wanting to head out on a 3-day journey in the pouring rain, the folks at Harvey’s got us set up and on our way. Our first day on the river, we started with a steady rain falling but the boys quickly got on some fish before even stepping into a canoe. We were hopeful that the bite would keep up but were soon disappointed as the fishing from Alley Spring back to Eminence was quite slow. However, the rain did not keep up with the same intensity as before and it stopped all together in the late afternoon, giving way to a beautiful, foggy-river sunset. We took our time knowing that we did not have to set up camp with cabins waiting for us that night. As we unloaded our canoes and began to make a fire, our last canoe made it back to camp shortly after nightfall. Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday. A A Milne On our first night, we honored our dear, departed friend by sending sky lanterns into the night sky – one for each of the 9 years Andy Hart came on this float trip. Unfortunately, we did not get all 9 airborne but we toasted him and thought of him as we watched several sky lanterns drift away into a very still night sky. Day two began later than most mornings on the river due to our relatively plush accommodations for a river trip. We slept in, made breakfast and began to load up for a new day on the river with unexpected sunshine greeting us. The fishing was once again slow, but we kept at it as we drifted through town and by all the horse camps near Eminence. Despite all the rain, the Jack’s Fork remained gin-clear, possibly making the fish a bit tougher to catch and a bit easier to spook. As the morning gave way to afternoon, the cloud cover increased, and the fishing improved. All of us began to catch fish more frequently as a light rain set in. Fortunately, the rain lasted less than an hour and as it subsided all four canoes were in close proximity to each other when we hit a honey hole that provided some of the largest fish on the trip and my own personal best smallmouth, an 18.5-inch beauty. The bite remained solid as we made our way into Two Rivers in the middle of the afternoon. It wasn’t until Two Rivers that we saw another human being on the river at all. After a quick stop at the new store at Two Rivers, we pressed on enjoying the increased current of the Current River. The water clarity decreased, and long casts became easier on the larger river – two factors that I believe contributed in better fishing compared to the smaller, clearer Jack’s Fork. Just after our stop at Two Rivers, an officer (not sure if he was a game warden or a Park Service officer) called us to the river’s edge to check our fishing licenses. In my 42 years, this is the first and only time I have ever had a fishing license checked! I was pleased that my diligence in always getting my license finally paid off. Fishing was steady all afternoon and evening as we looked for our intended camping spot for night two across from Martin Bluff. When we reached our camping destination, we couldn’t believe our luck with the weather. We had expected a very wet trip from start to finish with a break finally on day 3. As it turned out, we had a cool, overcast trip with minimal rain. After setting up our camp and building fire, we had dinner on the river and played some dice on one of the coolers. We also were given a nice light show with lightening flickering and lighting up the sky in the distance but never truly threatening our peace. We had another wonderful night on the river celebrating our friend, our friendships, our sons and all our good fortune. Be like a river. Be open. Flow. Julie Connor I am not sure if it was the cool, calm night, the sound of the river, or the extra little bit of Fireball I imbibed but I slept like a rock! A beautiful foggy morning greeted us as well as some delicious breakfast burritos that, along with a liter of Gatorade and some cold brew coffee, soothed my slightly aching head. After working through the breakdown of camp with the sun ascending, several refreshing plunges in the river helped to cool us down. Friday was the warmest and sunniest day of our trip, but I don’t think the temperature even sniffed 90 degrees and there was plenty of intermittent cloud cover. Fishing was once again steady on Friday. While there were not many fish of significant size, the bite was steady enough to keep everyone satisfied. As we reached our pick-up spot at Blue Spring, I could not help but reflect on our all-too-brief trip. I am not one who believes in this sort of thing, but once again it felt like our friend was looking after us and compelling our trip work out with the best possible results. We had storms early to keep others off the river but overall great weather and great fishing. What could have been a washout of a trip became the most comfortable summer float imaginable full of fun, friends and fish! A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure. Oliver Wendell Holmes Throughout the trip, I tried many different lures and techniques. I caught only a couple on any top-water lures despite trying several and I caught a couple on crankbaits. The lure of choice was once again 3” soft plastics in a variety of colors. This post has been promoted to an article
  4. Not sure of the best spot to post this question. This looks as good as any. I only get one (2 if I'm lucky) good float trip every year and I usually spend as much time planning and preparing for it as I do on the trip itself. So, in preparation for next year... Where would you go (river and section) for a 3 or 4-day canoe/fishing/camping trip that focused on smallmouth and why? What if your focus was on any fishing or a combo of fish? I always post about my annual trips here on this forum. My post for last week's float down the Jack's Fork and Current should be ready to post by tomorrow I hope. Thanks in advance for your feedback!
  5. darbwa

    Fishing Report 9/8/17

    My brother and I took 4 employees on a canoe/fishing trip from Elk River Campground to Wayside. We got on the river at about 10:00AM and the air temperature was cool (low to mid 60s). The water was low and clear. The bite was slow early but picked up as the temperature increased and the breeze picked up. Fortunately the breeze was blowing downstream for the most part because the gusts were occasionally strong. We caught over 80 fish between the 6 of us with several nice sized smallmouth and largemouth mixed in with plenty of little ones. There were at least a half dozen bass over 14 inches with a few over 16. Most fish were caught on white rooster tails, several were caught on hard and soft plastic crawdads and a few on crankbaits and other swimbaits. I have had a lot of luck with the fishing on the Elk and always think of it as a very good fishing river but there is one thing that is always very disappointing about the Elk - the way people treat that river is shameful. The amount of trash that people carelessly litter the river with is an embarrassment. I am absolutely fed up with seeing that river treated like a trash can. It is time that the authorities view the littering as a potential revenue source and start ticketing those that have such little respect for the river.
  6. darbwa

    Fishing/Trip Report 7/28-7/31

    The boys were so great on that trip that we had a new adventure for them this week. We took the 2 younger boys fly fishing for the first time in Southwest Colorado. We did an exhausting amount of hiking on a 12 hour fishing excursion but it was totally worth it. We all caught tons of fish! I am not sure who is more lucky, those 2 boys or their dads! What a way to end the summer!
  7. The second annual Andy Hart Memorial Fishing Trip was last week. A group of 8 (4 dads and their sons) got on the river on Wednesday around 1:00PM at Alley Spring. Our plan was originally to take out on Friday at Roberts Field and recreate a 2011 float that I took with my friend Andy who passed away suddenly a year and a half ago. (I posted about that trip on this board as well back in 2011.) Due to the spring flooding, Roberts Field was no longer an option forcing us to make the 31 mile journey to the Logyard. We floated and fished all afternoon on Wednesday and had a great time. The fish were biting steadily but only a few of any size. We did most of our fishing from the canoe as the current pushed us along. We camped that night on a gravel bar downstream from Eminence. Unfortunately one of us forgot a tent in the car back at Harvey’s Alley Spring Canoe Rental but fortunately on Wednesday night the sky was clear and the moon was nowhere to be seen so the stars were out in force. We stayed up a little later than necessary Wednesday night so Thursday morning came early. Because we had cell reception I could see that a storm that had rocked Kansas City and a lot of western Missouri was headed our way. Wanting to sleep more but knowing that we needed to pack up our gear before the rain started, we reluctantly began to break down camp. The forecast for Thursday looked very wet…and it was. Knowing that the day and night ahead looked to be rainy, we called Harveys to ask if they could deliver the tent that was left behind to Two Rivers. It rained lightly but steadily all morning long and there was a great deal of fog on the river throughout the day giving my 9-year-old son reason to belt out the Deep Purple riff of duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-da-na, duh-duh-duh-dunt-da from “Smoke on the Water” (he is a drummer in a rock band). I didn’t even know he had heard the song! Again on Thursday the fishing bite was steady but one canoe dominated the fishing from beginning to end on this trip and unfortunately it was not my canoe. As morning turned to afternoon we started to get an unexpected break in the weather and even some sunshine in the mid to late afternoon. Harvey’s very graciously helped us out and met us at Two Rivers at 1:00 that afternoon to deliver the tent that was left behind. But after Two Rivers the weather became increasingly favorable and we thought that we may have dodged a very big, wet bullet. We continued to float and fish and have a few cold beers here and there. We stopped to throw the Frisbee and play some catch with a water bouncer. The sunshine (and those beers) helped to make us complacent about any urgency to set camp early even though the forecast in the morning indicated rain until well after dark. When we got to Blue Spring we tied up the canoes at the riverside trailhead and walked up to see the beautiful, crystal-clear water – always a must see on this stretch of river. Upon returning to our canoes we noticed that it was starting to look a little dark again. Because it was getting late in the day, we discussed that we probably should have already made camp but we wanted to get past Blue Spring. It was probably close to 7:15 by this time and we had not been able to look at any forecast since early that morning so we didn’t know what was about to hit us. It quickly became very dark and then the skies opened up. There was almost no wind and there was no lightning or thunder. But the rain poured and poured hard! Our group of 4 canoes paddled down river in close proximity and thoroughly enjoyed the soaking we received. We laughed and shrugged it off as we paddled our way through the rain. It was coming down so hard that the canoes quickly began to take on water. As we started to discuss a need to stop to empty the canoes of water, the rain finally began to relent. We continued to make our way down river while looking for a good gravel bar on which to camp. As the rains came to a stop, we found a great spot around 8:15 or so, just in time to set up camp before dark. We then made a late dinner and even managed a meager fire to stare at for a couple of hours. Fortunately we had no more rain for the rest of the night and everything seemed to work out for us just right. We discussed that our friend Andy was messing with us and taking care of us on this trip to remember him. We spoke of him often and laughed at his expense just as we would have done had he been there with us physically. We lamented his passing and drank to his memory. It was what he would have wanted. It was perfect. We were able to get a little more sleep on Friday morning and have a more leisurely breakfast and camp break. We were back on the water again on Friday morning heading toward the Logyard. Friday was a beautiful day that was partly cloudy and comfortable all day. Again, it was more of the same. Steady fishing for one canoe with occasional fish for the other 3. As Friday wore on our peaceful river was more frequently being interrupted by the sound and the wake of the jetboats that flew by us and our trip was coming to an end. Great trip! Great Kids! Great friends! Great fun! I can’t wait until the next one!
  8. The second annual Andy Hart Memorial Fishing Trip was last week. A group of 8 (4 dads and their sons) got on the river on Wednesday around 1:00PM at Alley Spring. Our plan was originally to take out on Friday at Roberts Field and recreate a 2011 float that I took with my friend Andy who passed away suddenly a year and a half ago. (I posted about that trip on this board as well back in 2011.) Due to the spring flooding, Roberts Field was no longer an option forcing us to make the 31 mile journey to the Logyard. We floated and fished all afternoon on Wednesday and had a great time. The fish were biting steadily but only a few of any size. We did most of our fishing from the canoe as the current pushed us along. We camped that night on a gravel bar downstream from Eminence. Unfortunately one of us forgot a tent in the car back at Harvey’s Alley Spring Canoe Rental but fortunately on Wednesday night the sky was clear and the moon was nowhere to be seen so the stars were out in force. We stayed up a little later than necessary Wednesday night so Thursday morning came early. Because we had cell reception I could see that a storm that had rocked Kansas City and a lot of western Missouri was headed our way. Wanting to sleep more but knowing that we needed to pack up our gear before the rain started, we reluctantly began to break down camp. The forecast for Thursday looked very wet…and it was. Knowing that the day and night ahead looked to be rainy, we called Harveys to ask if they could deliver the tent that was left behind to Two Rivers. It rained lightly but steadily all morning long and there was a great deal of fog on the river throughout the day giving my 9-year-old son reason to belt out the Deep Purple riff of duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-da-na, duh-duh-duh-dunt-da from “Smoke on the Water” (he is a drummer in a rock band). I didn’t even know he had heard the song! Again on Thursday the fishing bite was steady but one canoe dominated the fishing from beginning to end on this trip and unfortunately it was not my canoe. As morning turned to afternoon we started to get an unexpected break in the weather and even some sunshine in the mid to late afternoon. Harvey’s very graciously helped us out and met us at Two Rivers at 1:00 that afternoon to deliver the tent that was left behind. But after Two Rivers the weather became increasingly favorable and we thought that we may have dodged a very big, wet bullet. We continued to float and fish and have a few cold beers here and there. We stopped to throw the Frisbee and play some catch with a water bouncer. The sunshine (and those beers) helped to make us complacent about any urgency to set camp early even though the forecast in the morning indicated rain until well after dark. When we got to Blue Spring we tied up the canoes at the riverside trailhead and walked up to see the beautiful, crystal-clear water – always a must see on this stretch of river. Upon returning to our canoes we noticed that it was starting to look a little dark again. Because it was getting late in the day, we discussed that we probably should have already made camp but we wanted to get past Blue Spring. It was probably close to 7:15 by this time and we had not been able to look at any forecast since early that morning so we didn’t know what was about to hit us. It quickly became very dark and then the skies opened up. There was almost no wind and there was no lightning or thunder. But the rain poured and poured hard! Our group of 4 canoes paddled down river in close proximity and thoroughly enjoyed the soaking we received. We laughed and shrugged it off as we paddled our way through the rain. It was coming down so hard that the canoes quickly began to take on water. As we started to discuss a need to stop to empty the canoes of water, the rain finally began to relent. We continued to make our way down river while looking for a good gravel bar on which to camp. As the rains came to a stop, we found a great spot around 8:15 or so, just in time to set up camp before dark. We then made a late dinner and even managed a meager fire to stare at for a couple of hours. Fortunately we had no more rain for the rest of the night and everything seemed to work out for us just right. We discussed that our friend Andy was messing with us and taking care of us on this trip to remember him. We spoke of him often and laughed at his expense just as we would have done had he been there with us physically. We lamented his passing and drank to his memory. It was what he would have wanted. It was perfect. We were able to get a little more sleep on Friday morning and have a more leisurely breakfast and camp break. We were back on the water again on Friday morning heading toward the Logyard. Friday was a beautiful day that was partly cloudy and comfortable all day. Again, it was more of the same. Steady fishing for one canoe with occasional fish for the other 3. As Friday wore on our peaceful river was more frequently being interrupted by the sound and the wake of the jetboats that flew by us and our trip was coming to an end. Great trip! Great Kids! Great friends! Great fun! I can’t wait until the next one! This post has been promoted to an article
  9. darbwa

    June 9th Prongs to Eminence

    I agree that a shorter float will be more enjoyable for you. 39 miles will not be a float, it will be a paddle with no time for fishing.
  10. darbwa

    Fishing/Trip Report 6/29-7/1

    There is nothing he loved to do more. I attached a photo of him from the Buffalo in 2013. This photo couldn't have been more than 50 feet from where my son caught his biggest fish of the trip. In both photos Red Bluff is in the background. I forgot to say in my original post that I am so grateful that his brother made the trip along with another friend all the way from San Francisco.
  11. My closest friend since first grade and I had an annual tradition of taking a multi-day float/fishing trip on an Ozark river. The two of us would plan the trips together and try to get others to join us. Many years we did get others to join, a few years it was just the two of us. He would travel from San Francisco every year just for the trip. My friend passed away suddenly in December so this year I headed up a group for a river trip as part of a memorial. For the First Annual Andy Hart Memorial Float Trip we went down the Buffalo River. We started out as a group of nine at Tyler Bend on Wednesday and we were joined by 2 more at our camping spot just up from Glibert. 5 of our group departed at Maumee and 6 finished off the trip on Friday at Spring Creek. Several of us brought our sons along on the trip and it was a first of its kind for each of them. The weather was fantastic for late June, early July and the water was low as expected. We all caught fish but we did our best to make sure our boys had the most success - and they did. My son caught over 20 fish in 3 days and several of those he caught were very nice sized fish. Crawdad baits of all kinds were the most successful with top-waters working well in the mornings and evenings. It was a beautiful trip with many memories and tears. We also had some adventure when a storm rolled through camp on night 2. I still have many rivers to visit in the Ozarks but I have yet to find one nearly as beautiful as the Buffalo. But next time I will bite off fewer miles and have more time to fish.
  12. Sounds like a wonderful trip! I spent 6 months in New Zealand with my (now) wife. It was the greatest 6 months of adventure in my life. Unbelievably beautiful scenery and incredibly friendly people. Trip of a lifetime! I can't believe I haven't been back in 15 years now! Looking forward to seeing some photos!
  13. darbwa

    First find of 2015

    My experiment showed that, of the ones I was looking at, most indeed got larger for several days before beginning to show signs of decay. A couple of them did not get any biger however. But the big ones have been popping up this week. Today's haul was my best yet. It is nice that i can wait to pick them until the afternoon on a day that i know I can go home and cook them up. This cool, wet weather over the last week seems to be doing wonders for these guys in the Tulsa area.
  14. darbwa

    First find of 2015

    Very interesting video Ness. I think I will hold off picking the little guys but I still am not sure how I am going to make a determination on when to pick. Luckily these guys grow in the forrest behind my office so I can go out there anytime, andy day.
  15. I have been scouring the same section of woods everyday for the last week and I finally found some morels! I found these this morning in the Tulsa area. Does anyone know when the best time to pick a morel is? Meaning, will the little guys get any bigger if I wait to pick them? Or should I assume that any morel I see is as big as it will get? As an experiment, I left 2 behind and took a picture of them next to a marker. I am going to go back this afternoon to see if they are any bigger.
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