ColdWaterFshr

Oh man, droppin a deuce on the bow at 20 knots. Too much. 🤣

Very sorry, Phil.

Don't play peek-a-boo. Stick around, Mitch. We're all good now.

Alright! Let's see the pics!

These temperature swings lately are so dramatic. Was driving I44 home yesterday from 2 nights on the Current river and temp went from 95 to 51 just a couple hours after I got home. Wind was so horrible my yakima rack was starting to lift off the back bar so I had to stop in Sullivan to fix it. Fishing wasn't great on the Current, but spent more time mid-day swimming than fishing due to the heat, it was awful. And the recent flood and wind has changed the upper river dramatically. Had 4 brutal hard portages above Ashley with trees so big that required complete unload of canoes. Never have seen that on the upper. I don't know how long it will take to get those cleared, but they are massive sycamores blocking any simple walk around passage even. Congrats on the nice fish!

Well I can help you out there ol 'timer. Take 44 to the Doolittle/Newburg exit, and proceed south on Hwy T to the quaint little hamlet of Newburg. If'n you don't stop at one of the establishments there for a friendly game of billiards and barley soda, continue on and cross the trestle and the bridge over the Little Piney and follow Hwy T south till you find one of the brown MDC signs that point you towards Milldam Hollow access that leads you down a gravel road to the access. When you encounter a meth-head, you'll know you're close. There's actually two public accesses there, relatively close. The goat farm is a left hand turn off of CR 7400 and is the first one as you're heading south on T, and MDC Milldam hollow is further south and upstream of the goat farm (another left off Hwy T). Other than that, its a lovely little stream for about 2-3 miles down from Milldam, with predictably good fishing in all the likely places.

I won't say a word.

By God, someone get on the phone with Tom Homan! Gregg Bovino and 5000 agents, fully masked of course, should descend on Steeleville and start smacking some people around. This video looks like it was shot in mid-summer, but I don't care. Maybe there is still footprints on other gravel bars nearby. There could still be many of those illegal criminals hiding in the bushes along the creekbanks. The Dow may be at 50,000, but we have a major problem here.

A buddy of mine had one. He sold it after using it twice. Ended up getting 16' canoe made of whatever the latest copycat Royalex material is. Far more versatile, more carrying capacity, and about 20 lbs lighter.

Spent a couple days at Norfork and caught a ton of fat fish. Shad kill has them all gorging. Only caught a couple of browns. Perfect weather, nice flow, and very few people out.

Fish must’ve heard the dinner bell at what was being served Taneyfest. Biscuits and gravy bellies on these…

This was from 2014 blizzard down on the Current. I

If you got chainsaws, good bourbon, and the right gear . . . . it ain't so bad. I've had better nights sleep at home though, I can't lie. Easy to look at these pictures and think it was great, but I remember some suffering.

Wintertime on the river is the best. Many single digit nights and lower spent on the 11 point and Current . . . .floating through some blizzards and some right after a big weather event. Here are a few memories. I wish I was down there now.

We can organize and find a loophole to help you protest. Set aside all your anxieties about this new record deficit and mysterious healthcare plan. Don't sweat it . . . we got free Venezeula oil about to come on line and rain down riches upon all of us. And we'll mine the heck outta Greenland, with tariff money aflowin' to cover them expenses too. We're flush! Route 66 Celebration be darn, I'm going to party with you and your wife, Chief.

Table for me, please. That looks delicious.

Where did you get that weird video, Snagged? Seems suspect. AI QAnon level weird. Doomsday,. Maybe all the water is going to that Hilary pizza basement in Manhattan. It is a concern. But thanks for that informative clip. 🤣🤣🤣

Its all very true. We all owe a debt of gratitude to Zebediah Ness for his actions, but more than that . . . his vision that provided us with the blueprint for wild-trout angling in Missouri. I've written letters to my congressmen asking for a casting of a 60 foot tall bronze statue in his likeness and image to be made and presented to the mayor of Crane, to be proudly displayed at the city park or better still, directly adjacent to the Chinese Chef Inn where he was a frequent customer. As you may know, Chinese laborers were the backbone of the railroads construction, and without them, the redbands could have never made it to Crane Creek. Many died along the way, and the few that did survive, were able to open small businesses in the area, most prominently of course was the Chinese Chef Inn, where some of the best Cashew Chicken in the world is served (Tues-Sat, closed Sun/Mon) and is a Michelin star restaurant. But I digress.

Boy Scout Camp Arrowhead, 1983. Just east of Marshfield. Oldest Boy Scout camp west of the Mississippi. I think I was a Tenderfoot rank at that time. Week long camp of misery. Chigger bitten on my privates, sunburn, and nearly drowned twice while trying to earn the Lifesaving merit badge, . . . but my fishing skills were well refined and extremely sharp, even at that delicate young age, I was a bada$$. I had my eye on the prize for "big fish" trophy which was to be awarded at the end of that week long slog on closing night ceremony, with parents in the audience, a large bonfire and torches and all the pomp and pageantry with the Order of the Arrow indians, all standing guard and scowling . . . .they didn't play around. I schemed on this prize early in the week, and I knew the fish wasn't going to come out of that gobdanged cesspool lake. It was going to come out of the creek down by the old abandoned swimming pool, that was springfed, crystal clear, and just a few hundred yards down from the haunted Soapstone cave. Extreme upper Osage Fork of the Gasconade, or a feeder creek I suppose. When I wasn't drinking orange soda up at the cantina and listening to Devo on the radio there, or in the wall tent perusing contraband of Hustler and Penthouse magazines . . . I was out on the hunt for THE fish, and I found one on a nest in that creek where shimmied out on a fallen down parallel sycamore over the creek and I dangled a jig in its face. Landed a 17" smallmouth that blew all the competition away. It wasn't even close. Was awarded the trophy in front of all the troops and parents present. I think my mom sold the trophy in a garage sale about 18 months later. Will never forgive her for it as it was one of the proudest moments of my life. Here is mom and dad (Paul Dallas) visiting me and my brother at Camp Arrowhead, circa 1983. Miss them both.

Tapped the keg tonight. It’s a dandy….turned out exactly as I wanted it. Not sweet at all. Fresh raspberry aroma comes through nicely. Flavor is not too tart, and finishes smooth without lingering.

Kegged and force carbing. Should be ready in 10 days or so. What little I sipped out of was left in the siphon, ….this is going to be a dandy… the raspberry aroma and flavor was all there but not overdone. And the malt backbone balanced with a punch, but not too much diacetyl, and perle and leaf hops all present.