Picabo Angler

Pee-Ka-Boo is a Native American word meaning "Shining Waters."

Picabo Angler is a destination: A full-service fly shop & outfitter located on the banks of world-renowned Silver Creek

June 10, 2017

June 11, 2017

MISSING PICABO

As I’ve mentioned, my arrival in Picabo and the Double R Ranch is delayed this season due to an open sore on the stump of my amputated right foot. It is the first Opening Day that I have failed to fish in 12 years, and as I sit here playing poker in Oregon my thoughts turn to a number of things which I miss about the Picabo area during the early season.

I obviously sorely miss waking up 30 feet from the banks of Silver Creek and hearing the muted sound of creek water rushing by my trailer. Then there is the smell of the foliage made wet by the morning dew. The cackle of Magpies and Eurasian Doves is in the air and I am greeted by hungry cats who are impatient when it comes to being fed. The hum of farm machinery and ranch vehicles running by is a constant reminder that this is a working ranch, not just the trout haven I think of it as being. I walk out with my morning coffee to evaluate the progress my vegetable garden has made in the last 24 hours; it won’t be long before I can start to pick heirloom tomatoes, lettuce, pole beans and fresh herbs.

Due to the heavy snow pack which undoubtedly was accompanied by an unusually thick layer of snow in the desert, we should experience an amazing bloom of wildflowers along the highway between Picabo and Twin Falls. Last year I really enjoyed my many spring trips down to Moss Greenhouses and this year should be even more beautiful, so make that trip for me whenever you can.

I will sorely miss the smell of the first cutting of alfalfa and the feasting on the mice and voles by the squadron of hawks which assembles each spring. It is also a time of plenty for four legged critters including foxes, coyotes and the like.

Naturally, I will miss the succession of early season hatches, both the mayflies and the White Miller Caddis, which provide some exceptional fishing each spring. I’ll even miss the “combat fishing” during the Brown Drake hatch which I attend at Point of Rocks, but just as an onlooker in recent years.

I am anxious to reunite with my two farm cats, “Penguin the Mouser” and his sibling, “Sister Sledge” aka “The Anchor Baby,” who eat me out of house and home under the guise of controlling the number of mice and voles. I also will sorely miss Nick Purdy’s dog “Marley” and the many dogs of Members.

But, first and foremost, I will miss the opportunity to commune with people in town, local friends up the Wood River Valley and Members of The Double R Ranch Fishing Club whom I have not seen since last season. Catching up with their winter exploits is a rite of spring which I look forward to. Several of my friends have built new houses over the winter and I will end up missing their Open House celebrations. I can’t believe that I likely will miss the annual Members’ Barbecue after the July 4th weekend for the first time in memory

Doug Andres, Stream Keeper, Double R Ranch