Nushagak-Part 3

The light on Saturday morning was such a welcomed site. It was was one of those mornings when it was difficult to take a bad photograph. Everywhere I looked the light was hitting objects a certain way that made you see them like you've never seen them before.

As I mentioned earlier, we all got on the river as quick as possible, breakfast would have to wait until later.














Brad buzzed us up the river to one of our more productive fishing spots. The stretch of water is situated next to a large stand of pine trees and a little backwater swamp. I had to keep reminding myself to think about the amazing fresh air at my disposal. You could smell the trees from the boat and all I kept wishing was that there was some way to bottle that experience and bring it home.

The fun part about this fishing spot was the beaver who occasionally wondered out to the boat to remind us that we were near his home. He would sneak up to the boat and in flash, "SMACK" his tail on the water and scare the hell out of us.
















Once the sun broke the tree line and hit the cold water, the fog rolled in. Fog can create some interesting effects which make it easier to take great images. All the rain from the previous day had caused the river level to rise dramatically. In addition, the water clarity resembled chocolate milk from all the mud being washed off the river bank. Needless to say, the angling was slow so I went fishing for photos.














After the fog burned off and the sun returned, so did the bugs. This time the misquitoes were joined with a prolific hatch of Caddis flies. They were everywhere. Thank goodness for the person who invented the head net.













We did manage to catch a few fish that morning. One king was over 20 pounds so we kept it and brought it back to camp for cleaning. Breakfast is served at 10:00am weather your there or not so we headed back to meet up with all the guides and guests for a killer FinsFursFeathers Camp feast.