Arizona Fishing Report

#1
Finally got out to do some fishing. I hiked 17 miles into a secluded lake. The timing was perfect, the lake had just thawed and the fish were ravenous. rising to a hatch of unknown origin. In my excitement to start fishing I scambled down a steep embankment and fell in the lake. I still had my back pack on and damn near drowned before I got out.
It was a bright sunny day so I stripped off all my clothes except my boots and laid them out to dry.
I tied on a size 12 yellow stimi and proceeded to catch 30 to 40 hungry rainbows up to 22" long all on the same fly.
By this time I figured my clothes were dry and I was getting sunburned in places that hadn't seen the sun since my wild teen age years so I began walking back to where my clothes were.
There had been some mischief whether by man or beast I do not know, but some of my clothes were gone and others torn to shreds.
All I had was my hiking boots that I was wearing and a tie died bandanna.
The sun was now high in the sky and Arizona hot, the 17 mile hike out was miserable.
I will eventually recover from the 3rd degree sunburn that I suffered, but the embarr-ASS-ment of walking into a crowded trailhead parking lot dressed in hiking boots and a loincloth made of the Jerry Garcia vintage bandanna will scar me forever.
BTW The camera got wet in my near drowning so there are no pics.
jesse
 

formerguide

Active Member
#6
This is an awesome report, hope the burn salve doesn't burn in certain areas, ouch!

There's some nice lakes out that way. I did a lot of work for TEP at the Springerville plant, and for SRP over at Coronado. Used to stay in Show Low on occasion, liked eating at Licano's.

Dan
 

GAT

Dumbfounded
#10
Well, my April Fools trick went nowhere... and this report does seem out there. 17 mile hike both ways, 22-inch fish, fishing in the nude, shredded clothes, no photos??? Hmmmmmmm

Three guys so far fell for it.
 

Jim Wallace

Smells like low tide.
#15
April Fools nonsense, or Post of the Year! Brings back memories of when I began hiking into Hanakapiai Valley alone (1974) and had only gotten 200 yards up the trail and ran into a cadre of a half dozen nude hikers returning to civilization wearing only hiking boots and backpacks. Quite the visage!
The experience sort of prepared me for the valley, where I dared to bodysurf wearing only a borrowed Voit Duckfoot, until I spotted some Portuguese Man-O-War drifting in. Yikes!