tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862179529682142840.post6605429554083825450..comments2024-03-15T06:43:27.797-07:00Comments on Stueby's Outdoor Journal: Finding Paradise on the famed Salmon River, the "River of No Return" in Central IdahoSteve Stuebnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16910152445933091107noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862179529682142840.post-71857857357616662772012-07-16T08:54:37.366-07:002012-07-16T08:54:37.366-07:00Tim, I hope you do find a way to float the River o...Tim, I hope you do find a way to float the River of No Return ... go with friends or an outfitter and fulfill your bucket list!Steve Stuebnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16910152445933091107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862179529682142840.post-48347978742864539972012-07-16T07:50:15.305-07:002012-07-16T07:50:15.305-07:00I completely enjoyed this article. It's hard ...I completely enjoyed this article. It's hard not to hate someone who gets to float the River of No Return when it's a dream/bucket list thing I realize I'll never get to do.Tim Bondy Voteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514884695557138243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862179529682142840.post-21199895332781150022012-07-14T12:22:08.832-07:002012-07-14T12:22:08.832-07:00Loved this! Your story brought back so many memor...Loved this! Your story brought back so many memories of when I lived back there up the South Fork at Hettinger RAach. I spent some time at Buckskin's right after he died. We inventoried his stuff. Very interesting and just like he'd left it, down to the pan on the woodburning stove. Buckskin was an amazing artisan. There were so many guns, tools, utensils, pots, pans, etc. that he'd blacksmithed. My friends Heinz and Barbara who have lived there 20+ years now have totally fixed up the place, restored the turret Buckskin built to shoot the tax collectors he was sure were coming to get him, and Heinz rebuilt all the building foundations in Buckskin's compound. Their lovely garden is nothing like Buckskin's used to be - it was raw but it kept the deer out. One summer day, Johnny Carrey came to visit us at our ranch and gifted me with an elkhorn belt buckle he'd carved with the name "Sheepherder Bill - Porphryr Ck.", in memory of another hermit back there. I still have it, a great momento of my years living back there. We were friends with the folks up and down the river, especially Rose and Louie Rebillet at Mackay Bar. And there was Sylvia McClain at her ranch up river from us and our beloved friends Johnny Lawrence and Jim Bragg, two hermits who lived nearby, the old timers up at Warren's, the Badleys at Badley Ranch down from Raines Ck on the S. Fk (now mistakenly called Fall Creek by more recent boaters to the country), plus the Romines at the ranch up Warren Ck. on the Main. I remember shooting a big ole rattler and skinning it at Mann Ck. That country was full of giant rattlers, and fish! Every cast into the S. Fk. we landed a fish back then, mostly browns, cutthroat and steelhead. My biggest memory of the Main is surfing Chittam (involuntarily) in an Infinicat. I thought it was just going to be a fun wave so I rowed right into it. Whoop! But I didn't flip. Sure thought I was going to though. Well Steve, thanks for taking me down memory land. Love that country; it's in my soul.karenknudtsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11222668842611343562noreply@blogger.com