I suspect I drive Trail Creek Road nearly 100 times a season and it's a drive I've never gotten tired of. It won't be long until Trail Creek pass closes for the winter. It's a spectacular drive anyway you look at it...
Trail Creek Pass. Fall.
Trail Creek Summit
Trail Creek Summit and Fog. Early October.
Fall On The Big Lost River
Fly Fishing Silver Creek
Early Fall Brown. Silver Creek, Idaho.
An Idaho Shepard
Zenobio, a shepard at his camp out the East Fork of The Big Wood River in Idaho. He was super talkative (Spanish only) and really friendly as well. He seemed proud of his life.
A Rainy Day On Silver Creek
The rain and sometimes wind never really seemed to stop long enough for the bugs to get going for real yesterday. There were a few moments here and there though when the rain was light enough to allow callibaetis and baetis to actually get off the water without being pummeled by rain drops. During those momemts in the late afternoon there were a few risers...
Chad Chorney trying to cull the risers and put his callibaetis in the right lane. Silver Creek, Idaho.
Silver Creek Brown Trout
Brown Trout. Silver Creek, Idaho.
Birthday Brown
Charlie Price and a nice birthday brown on Silver Creek. It's a tradition of mine to put aside guiding and whatever else to spend a day with each of my two sons on their respective birthdays.
Lost River Range
Thinly veiled smoke drifts in front of the Lost River Range on an early morning this September.
Trail Creek Road and the Lost River Range. Idaho.
American Angler
Here is an image of a Mahogany Dun on Silver Creek appearing in the current issue of American Angler.
Mahogany Dun. Silver Creek, Idaho.
Rainbow Trout Close-Up
Lost River Range. Early Fall. Idaho.
Stalking Silver Creek Trout
Here's one from earlier this summer of John Huber and Jimmy Coale on the stalk somewhere on Silver Creek.
Brook Trout
Brookie. Late Summer 2016. Idaho.
Silver Creek
Silver Creek near Picabo, Idaho.
Fly Fishing Silver Creek
Silver Creek & The Queen's Crown. Idaho.
Silver Creek, Idaho
Seconds after the release, a brown trout moves back to the far bank to potentially sulk for a bit and then go back into hunting mode. Silver Creek, Idaho.
A Ketchum, Idaho Home
I recently wrapped up a shoot on a beautiful mid-valley home on the banks of the Big Wood River. This house was a pleasure to shoot in many ways. Below are a few of the images:
Silver Creek Preserve
Like it or not but smoky skies are our new norm in South Central Idaho for August. Evenings take on a surreal cast. Mornings have a pungent and palpable air. Hoppers flicker through the tall grass and waves of tricos still clutter the air near the water's surface. Nightime temps can even be cool as the higher elevation aspen groves take on hints of yellow. Sandhill cranes now ply the skies and garble loudly. Cranes are, when in a group, referred to as a sedge, which is just right in my mind. August does not so much gasp for air as it does settle low and warm in an unhurried rush of late afternoon cumulous clouds eventually overtaken by the great blur of a giant swath of smoke...
Sun Valley Fly Fishing Guide
Below, Sun Valley area guide, Zac Mayhew, ties on something special during an evening on Silver Creek. It's one thing to guide all day and go home and clean up the best way a guide can and it's another thing to guide all day and then turn around and guide the evening as well. It's another thing too, to guide 50 more consecutive days. It takes a passion for teaching and being on the river to dedicate a life to this. Zac is a guide in the Sun Valley, Idaho area who has the crazy amalgamation of ingredients it takes to make a really good guide.
Gannett, Idaho
On my way home from Silver Creek yesterday evening, while driving north on Gannett Road, I passed a man and a horse alongside the road, hit the breaks, backed up, parked alongside the road and walked over and introduced myself. His name was Carlos and he was breaking a one year old horse--a colt--and allowed me to take images for about thirty minutes until he and his horse walked behind stacked one-ton bales of hay and disappeared. Below are a few of the images: