Our fishing in the inter-mountain west is so contingent on water levels.  The spring run-off dictates water temperatures, hatches and fish antics.  If conditions are not just right,

fish in Idaho are just like fish everywhere, they do not bite.  Instead you walk to cold, high rivers and get skunked (If you’re lucky, you get to catch a whitefish… but you don’t tell anyone).  Many fly fishermen choose to stand around fly shops and bitch about “The Levels.”  They commiserate about their streams, and how hopefully soon, everything will be right to go fishing.

Well… just go fishing.  I got to go out with Roger Philips from the Idaho Statesmen a couple weeks ago (  I was struck by his enthusiasm for the sport and, more particularly, the sportsman.  Every person we met that day, he did not hesitate to ask about their day.  “How’s the fishin?  What are you catching?  You got a good spot?”  It was clear to me, it wasn’t those questions, but more an affirmation to those people.  He was encouraging their time in the field.  He wanted to make sure they weren’t wasting the spring.

He inspired me.  I admit, I have fallen into the doldrums of early fly fishing.  After fishing with Roger, all I wanted to do was go fishing.  Below, a few spring bass pics.  Thank you Roger.