North 40 Fly Shop eMagazine October 2015 | Page 23

The water was still dropping and I was now
running Calvin’s big Woodridge sled on
an unfamiliar river. We had a boatload of
five and I still had to get Bruce. I dumped
the guys off on a good run down low and
then ran up to see if Bruce was getting it
done. He said the run where I’d left him
was too “Chinooky”, so we loaded up and
went back down. We set up across from
the other boys. The light was totally off
the water at this point. It was as fishy as
it was going to get. Multiple lines were
swinging both sides of the run. Hope was
back. Hope was all we landed.