I’m happy to report that the bnb survived its first group of serious fishermen. Believe me, I wasn’t so sure about it when I booked them. And when they poured themselves out of their rental — monster boots, Cabela’s baseball hats and oversize vests included — I thought it might be time for the bnb to adopt more of a theme…you know, focus solely on the honeymoon and anniversary demographic for example. But they proved me so wrong. So wrong.
A couple of things went in my favor. They had to drive 10 hours to get here so when they arrived they were happy to chill. Second, while they were serious about fishing, they were mellow about it too — no 5 AM wake up calls; they had breakfast at 8 and made it down to the bank by 10. They were motivated by the fishing but were taking their time. They enjoyed the river views. The house, They enjoyed the meals. They took time to reminisce about earlier trips. They had a way of cramming activities into their day but they seemed never to be in a rush.
But mostly it boiled down (as it always does) to the fact that these guys were friendly, decent and real people. They’d worked in the same company for years (some of them had worked side by side for decades) so they had an ease together that was obvious. I’m guessing they might not think so but the camaraderie and support they showed for each other was unique.
Their trip here was too short. And darn the Smith, it just wouldn’t give up a steelhead no matter how many casts they made. But Danny, Tracy, Mark and Kevin didn’t mind the numbers. Just being here was the big win. A big win for me as well.