Greg Price
Love da little fishies
I did my annual eastern washington trip to fly fish between muzzel loader and modern rifle.
My first day ran into heavy rain then wind, so took dog on a long ride to see eastern washington farmland.
Second day less wind and a bit of sun, so dog and i headed to fish. Fishing sucked, still too much wind to tell what was hatching. To make matters worse, i found that i had dropped my wallet somewhere on the the 3 mile round trip hike in the desert
So i took my trusty small mag light and dog and i searched the first1/4 mile in the dark to the place we had lunch.
Next day spent 7 hours re tracing my steps, still no wallet and no fish.
The formerly deserted campground was packed by time we got back, so i decided to call this adventure to a halt.
Problem was, i barely had enough gas for the 5 hour drive home.
Each year i camp with one hunting party from Deer Park WA and other from chehalis wa on both sides of me for the last few days of fishing.
Chehalis hunters brought wives this time. One of them insisted i take a 20 spot from her and i did.
Then, as i was leaving after dark, she handed me a full paper plate of delicious spaghetti and garlic bread for the road.
I got home at 3 AM Friday morning. Stoped on way and put 20 dollars of gas in tank.
Then today, my wife got a call from "Adam" with an eastern wa area code of 509. He was fishing the same area and found my wallet. He will mail it to me tomorrow.
I feel blessed to be able to have contact with such honest, upright and caring strangers. I will definitely file these kind gestures in my bank of goodness when covid isolation starts getting to me
My first day ran into heavy rain then wind, so took dog on a long ride to see eastern washington farmland.
Second day less wind and a bit of sun, so dog and i headed to fish. Fishing sucked, still too much wind to tell what was hatching. To make matters worse, i found that i had dropped my wallet somewhere on the the 3 mile round trip hike in the desert
So i took my trusty small mag light and dog and i searched the first1/4 mile in the dark to the place we had lunch.
Next day spent 7 hours re tracing my steps, still no wallet and no fish.
The formerly deserted campground was packed by time we got back, so i decided to call this adventure to a halt.
Problem was, i barely had enough gas for the 5 hour drive home.
Each year i camp with one hunting party from Deer Park WA and other from chehalis wa on both sides of me for the last few days of fishing.
Chehalis hunters brought wives this time. One of them insisted i take a 20 spot from her and i did.
Then, as i was leaving after dark, she handed me a full paper plate of delicious spaghetti and garlic bread for the road.
I got home at 3 AM Friday morning. Stoped on way and put 20 dollars of gas in tank.
Then today, my wife got a call from "Adam" with an eastern wa area code of 509. He was fishing the same area and found my wallet. He will mail it to me tomorrow.
I feel blessed to be able to have contact with such honest, upright and caring strangers. I will definitely file these kind gestures in my bank of goodness when covid isolation starts getting to me