Day 9 – Passage Back to Civilization

by | May 5, 2013 | fly fishing in India


I expected to sum this adventure up today with some special thanks and inform you how to do this trip.  Instead we have one more laugh to mention.  We had a terrible wind storm hit us around midnight this morning that devastated our camp.


Bhupe (Misty’s whitewater man) and I were doing our job, sucking down one of the last bottles of red while reminiscing about the trip.  We heard a roar of wind rolling through the canyon above us.  Sure enough the wind burst hit.  Tables flew, glass shattered and tents flapped wildly.  It wasn’t just a gust, this wind hung on.  Through the pitch of dark, my tent mate Chris Patterson’s headlamp was headed our way.  He needed another body in our tent to hold it down.  My wine cup had long blown away so I went to assist.


Our tent was mostly collapsed by now.  Funny, Jim Klug and Whitney were flattened as well and we could hear them trying to solve their own situation next door.  Chris and I did our best to re-prop the poles then we leaped on to our cots.  This lasted a whole ten minutes before Chris’s side of the tent came crashing down again.


I went through this 11 years ago when Granny and I were nearly buried alive on the Thar Desert on the border of Pakistan and India and I wasn’t up for it again.  I knew the tent was secured even while flat and I took my cot outside and got on it and slept the best I could for the remainder of the night.  I awoke this morning to a sleeping bag full of beach sand as well as my ears, eyes and nose.


If it had been day one we’d of cried, but it was our last night and the takeout was only a mile away.  So we laughed this one off and after a chaotic wind tearing pack job we headed for Delhi.




After another exhilarating bus ride and train ride we find ourselves sipping Kingfisher Beers back at the African Avenue Hotel in Delhi.  Tomorrow is recoup and shop day and then we catch a 3 AM flight on the 7th.  Perhaps tomorrow I’ll rap this great trip up!


Being filmed doesn’t allow me to take pics.  A SPECIAL THANKS is in order to Jim Klug and Chris Patterson of Confluence Films who not only brought me on this trip but also provided most of the blog photos.



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I started fly fishing at age 7 in the lakes and ponds of New England cutting my teeth on various sunfish, bass, crappie and stocked trout. I went to Northland College in Ashland, Wisconsin, where I graduated with a Naturalist Degree while I discovered new fishing opportunities for pike, muskellunge, walleyes and various salmonids found in Lake Superior and its tributaries.

From there I headed west to work a few years in the Yellowstone region to simply work as much as most people fish and fish as much as most people work. I did just that, only it lasted over 20 years working at the Jack Dennis Fly Shop in Jackson, WY where I departed in 2009. Now it’s time to work for "The Man", working for myself that is.

I pursue my love to paint fish, lecture on every aspect of fly fishing you can imagine and host a few trips to some of the most exotic places you can think of. My ultimate goal is to catch as many species of fish on fly possible from freshwater to saltwater, throughout the world. I presently have taken over 440 species from over 60 countries!