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A Taste of Lewis and Clark | July 2017 | |||||||||||
Gerhard Schroeder
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In 2016 Ed revealed that one of his bucket list items was a canoe trip down the Missouri.
Not just for a day, but for what turned out to be 108 river miles, which equates to five
or six days, depending on water flow and how much paddling one does. That seemed too much
effort and inconvenience for me. Then I purchased and read the book “Undaunted Courage”
and my hunger for adventure swelled.
The next thing I know, I was on the phone with Ed, told him I was “in”. Long story
short, our wives also wanted to come along, and we settled on a starting date of 09
June 2017 to be on the water. Linda’s nephew Alan (17) also came along. He in an
inflatable kayak, Ed and Linda in their Oldtown Guide 16’, Mary and me in my ancient
Oldtown Penobscot 17’.
The truth that nothing worth having comes without some sort of effort was also evident
here. Just getting us and the canoe to Bozeman was over a thousand miles of driving.
A third makeshift support bar for the canoe on the roof of my 4Runner allowed us to go
80+ mph when the I-15 permitted such.
The first half mile was a piece of cake. The river flowed at approximately 4 mph. And
with a little wind from behind we were going downstream faster than one would want to
jog. Stability even with all that gear was no issue, and so I set up the fishing rod,
tied on a silver spoon, and let it troll, thanks to a special rod holder that David had
welded together for me. It maintains the fishing rod to one side to facilitate trolling
with minimum interference to paddling.
Back to the Missouri. Within minutes it yielded a heavy tug one my line. Full of
anticipation I carefully reeled in. Up came a fat carp, about 4lbs. Fun, but nothing
for the pan. That day we easily made it to our targeted campsite.
After dinner, while casting from the bank, Alan and I caught three walleye between us.
This, the walleye, was a first-time species for me, tricked by a golden spoon. Got
another one early the next morning, that time on a black and gold Panther Martin spinner.
All was quiet again the next morning, allowing to lazily let the river carry us along.
That provided the opportunity to try all kinds on fishing – trolling spoons, shallow
running plugs, spinners, or casting them forward, sideways or backwards. All to little
avail. I got one fish, but it was a 17” Sauger, another species I had never caught
before. It ended up being the biggest keeper of the entire trip.
And once in our tents, a little hell broke loose with lightening so bright that one
could have been reading in the tent. God displayed His beautiful creation during the
day, and His awesome power that night. We all survived, and the Mountainsmith tent
kept Mary and me bone dry.
But the next hardship lurked. The main air chamber on Alan’s kayak was flat. They
had a patch kit, except it required not to inflate for 12 hours. So we took on some
extra gear in our canoe, and Alan got into the canoe with Ed and Linda, with one of
them sitting on top of their big ice chest, which makes for a high center of gravity.
Bad enough. We had vicious wind all day. Mary and I purposely stayed behind them
so we could react in case they would dump, since there was no “turning around”.
There was endless scenery to enjoy along the way. Mostly of the rugged type. The
white cliffs you can only see from the river. Along those 108 miles was only one
other bridge (Judith Landing on Rd 236, where there is no store, only a camp ground),
and somewhere one ferry. So almost no sign of man. Bring ALL your own food and
water. I would not rely on fish(ing) for dinners. The Missouri demanded donation
a good half dozen lures from me. Most of the time the 10 lb line was strong enough
to break off whatever twig or plant the lure had run into. But not always.
Being carried by the river is healing for one’s soul. We forgot the world for a
few days, with no fake news, no TV, no traffic noise, no bills to pay, no texting,
no Facebook, no schedules to keep. All we had to do is decide where to camp next.
And on our drive to and from the river plenty of antelope and deer kept us
entertained, as well as a black bear, some sandhill cranes and a badger.
The last day we woke up to rain, with 12 miles to go to the take-out. But the
wind was from behind, therefore nobody complained. And with the aid of a rear
cargo carrier and that special roof bar, also welded by David, all our stuff fit
into and onto the 4Runner, for the return journey back to Ed’s burb. In the end
it all worked as we had planned.
We liked this trip so much that Ed is working on another canoe adventure,
somewhere within Yellowstone Park. So we left our Penobscot in Montana.
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