These big fellas were hooked for a few minutes. I've been hooked my whole life and Jr. is now hooked for the rest of his. He was working his way into another one, that looked a good 6 inches longer than these, while I was up in the sage brush coaching his cast and telling him what the fish was doing, where it was moving around in it's hole in relation to his casting, etc. - until I moved a little and spooked it. Jr. didn't get too upset at his old man, thank goodness! On this river if you fish for them from where you can see them yourself they'll be gone before you even get started - so the team is the only way. The guy in the weeds just needs to be sneakier than I was that time.
Looks like he's been doing this for a long time!
Sometimes they don't want to be held and loved.
A few miles up stream from Starvation Reservoir.
The name "Starvation" has been credited to two legends. One saying that a group of mountain men caught in winter snows survived by stealing a cache of food belonging to local Indians and as a result the Indians starved. The other more often told legend, relates the opposite story of the Indians stealing the trapper's cache of food leaving the trappers to starve. It is, however, very likely that neither legend, even if true, bears reference to the naming of the dam and reservoir.
In the late 1800s and early 1900s, cattlemen and homesteaders tried to make a go of it along the banks of the Strawberry River in the area now occupied by the reservoir and dam. Their story is one of hardship, perseverance and facing near starvation in a very hostile and harsh environment. Winters were hard, long and extremely cold. Their cattle and livestock often froze during these winter months, and the short growing season was hindered by flooding, hailstorms, early frosts and other calamities. They nicknamed the area "Starvation" and it was from this reference that the highway bridge, reservoir, dam and state park received their names.
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