Two Nights On The Truckee

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We found a nice shady campsite along the Truckee River. These days it’s not much of river but a slow moving stream. Not even a ripple. A hundred years ago it was commonplace to catch forty pound cutthroat trout. Today, the only cutthroat I’ve seen is on the placard up near the iron ranger.*

So I kept the fishing rod in the van and constructed this little crawfish trap. I cut a plastic juice jug at the second knuckle, inverted it back into the jug, and duck(or is it duct?) taped it together. Strung my fishing stringer through a hole, stuffed a piece of salami through the jug hole, sunk it to the bottom of the river.

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Crawfish Trap

Crawfish propel themselves backwards so once it’s in the hole munching on week old salami, he’s trapped. I check the trap every once in a while as their is not much wiggle room in that jug. Then I fish the suckers out by the tail.

With the firewood left behind by other campers, Hali will build a hot fire and we’re cookin’ steaks tonight. Foil up an ear of corn, stuff a foil clad potato into the coals, and boil up some water while fishing out the two biggest of these guys for their last bath. Bon Appetit!~~~Surf & Turf on the Truckee.

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Didn’t actually eat these guys, but it was sure fun catchin’ them

I sure would’ve preferred a hunk of smoked trout instead of these bottom dwellers.

* iron ranger: the iron canister campers slip their camp fees in and mark their fish count on~15 crawfish.

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