. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman
Steelhead Fishing
Jim Holding My nice Female Steelhead. I managed to lose one prior to this that would have been in the 20 pound range, had it to the boat several times, but it didn't want to be caught, I was impatient and broke my 18 pound line.
Jim with his rock fish.
Geese filling the air in the Kamiah valley.
Scenery Shots on a nice calm Feb. day at the "Rock" near Kamiah.
Jim Holding My nice Female Steelhead. I managed to lose one prior to this that would have been in the 20 pound range, had it to the boat several times, but it didn't want to be caught, I was impatient and broke my 18 pound line.
Jim with his rock fish.
Geese filling the air in the Kamiah valley.
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