The Epical 2025 Fishing Yarns and Photo Thread

**Rasputin** · 07-15-2025, 09:18 PM

The skies were cloudy all day, and the water never got warmer that 65 degrees. NOAAs forecast discussion called the weather unusual, and I made the most of it, starting fishing around 7:30 am, and finishing up a bit after 8 pm. I fished a couple different rivers, and a couple different access points. My back aches from casting, and my feet are sore from wading and walking on rocks, but I caught a bunch of fish, and will now bomb the thread with pics of the best of them.

**Rasputin** · 07-17-2025, 02:40 PM

Got up early and still got on the river kinda late, but I caught a few, including a fat 18 incher.

**John_B** · 07-18-2025, 07:44 AM

Solo salmon fishing doesn't make for the best fish pics but it does make for some good sunrises! Now if I could just catch one with the right amount of fins!

**lifelinksplit** · 07-18-2025, 03:56 PM

Nice fish. I really need to start taking more actual fish pics. Took the dogs for a hike to a nice alpine lake with pretty healthy cutts averaging 14in. Nice views of the Pintlers through the old burn.

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**Rasputin** · 07-18-2025, 08:01 PM

I've been trying to adjust myself to getting up early to fish when the water is cooler, but it isn't working as well as I would like. There is only about eight hours of dark a night, and that means I need to get to sleep soon after sunset to get an OK night's sleep, and when I wake up at 6am, when ideally I would be out on the river drifting dries, I am groggy and slow to get ready. This means I usually am unable to get out there much before 8am, and have the feeling that I missed the best part of the day.

However, the God of fly fishing is good to me, and will send me a fish when I most need it, as an answer to the crescendo of my outpouring of angst at my angling inadequacy.

Most recently I have been nursing sore toes on my left foot when I spend hours slopping on the rocks in my wading boots (there was an exceptional bloom of what I call troll's hair algae this spring, and it has made the wading particularly challenging at times). They were really bothering me by the end of yesterday's outing, so in spite of popping awake at six this morning, I chose to not go out, and hopefully after also taking Saturday off as well (while I don't know that God is against fishing on His Sabbath, I try to apply the seventh day to seeking other souls, so in congregating, combined partials can lead to a whole), with that rest, my toes will not be so sore in my boots. Last fall when frequent fishing lead to the same problem, it only ceased when I went a week without wearing shoes.