So I feel bad. A few weeks ago I just got finished writing a post stating how I think Yosemite is the most fabulous National Park that ever existed...... but then I went back to God's Country as my dad would call it. You see you can't just say Yellowstone because it also includes Grand Teton National Park and Island Park and everywhere in between. You can't say Idaho because it includes Wyoming and Montana. So the only way for my dad to describe it is... heaven.
I just got back from heaven. It's true.
But let's get back to the title of this post. "Leave Me Here and Let Me Die."
You see my dad and his brothers are some of the most competitive outdoors men around. Outdoors was so much of their life that in a previous life my dad wanted to be a biologist or work for the park services also one of my dad's brothers spent most of his career as a wild life artist... Now I state this for one reason and one reason only, to explain that when it comes to hunting, fishing, or just about anything with these guys, nothing is easy. They needed the biggest and best when it comes to outdoors. When they find a location of the biggest or best they call that location a "No Tell'em" spot. (Obviously because if you want a place to say the best it has to stay secret.) So the fact that I am about to post this is kinda risky because out of all the No Tell'em locations in all the years of adventures, this location might be the Cadillac of them all.
Since I was little I have heard the tales of this No Tell'em fishing hole located deep in the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone. There is no real trail and as far as we can tell only a handful of people even know it exists. My whole life I have heard the tales of the near death experiences (literally) of trying to hike/climb/slide to get to this magic fishing hole. But most important I had heard legends of catching 50-100 fish in one day. Can you even imagine? The reason for the great fishing of course is the treacherous, dangerous hike to get there. I have heard the tales of boy scouts being enticed by the use of M&Ms on the trail (or lack of trail) as the only way to get them to continue. But the most notorious tale of them all.... well besides the 2 different times my uncle almost died and had to be rescued by Yellowstone Park Rangers maybe even with helicopters..... anyway the most notorious tale was when my uncle took his uncle on this adventure back in 1982. The hike up and out of the Grand Canyon is so grueling, so awful that even with his son and future daughter in law pulling and pushing my great uncle, out of pure desperation he uttered out the statement that will go down in history as the only true way to describe the hike,
"Leave me here and let me die."
So without further ado, due to the fact that 2 of my brothers are gone to med school right now and couldn't participate in this yearly male bonding ritual, I was invited to go. Like my dad has often said, "This is where boys become men."
To say I was scared is a bit of an understatement. And of course to scare me a bit more we stopped and checked out the canyon before going down. Yes, we hiked, climbed, or slid down this canyon.... all in the name of fish.
How many fish we caught, no one knows. But to give you an idea after fishing for a while I gave up because I got sick of getting fish off my hook. And as I was sitting there basking in the sunshine enjoying a beautiful day,Broc came and joined me and said, "Man, my arm is just getting so tired reeling them in!"
It was a perfect day.
And the hike out. It was tough. But we survived. Here is me at the top.
And I was convinced once again that no place is like here.........