We Went to Scofield, and Nobody Brought a Camera

This would be a fun blog post if we had any pictures. Unfortunately, we didn't take any. We headed out to Scofield after school Friday hoping to get into some hot spring fishing. The ice was mostly melted. We caught a few trout in the evening and everyone tried some fresh trout fillet.

The forecast was for a 20% chance of rain on Saturday. This was very accurate if you count "most of the night and solid rain all Saturday morning" as "a 20% chance." Most of us stayed in tents and stayed dry for the night. Matt braved the elements on a cot outside with a tarp over him and slept well. Collin dug himself a grave-shaped hole in the ground to sleep in, "to provide insulation and keep me warm." With the runoff from the rain, this turned out to be a messy idea. I wish I had a picture. Collin survived sleeping in his muddy grave, claiming that he got wet but not cold. I thought wet always equaled cold when camping.

A few more trout were caught Saturday morning in the rain. These guys are a bunch of diehards. Other groups of boys I've been with would have been ready to head home as soon as breakfast was done, because it was pretty miserably cold and wet, but we stayed a couple more hours to do some fishing because everyone wanted to.

I'm not sure if it's about the luck or about the skill, but Matt, our champion fisherman from previous trips, got skunked. Most of us caught at least one fish and everyone agreed that it was a fun trip despite the weather.