SF Clearwater- what fish now?

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Don't know about the concern of hate... The place was loaded with nice, nice people when we played, both locals and out-of-towners who had come in after hearing radio ads. The only heckler was some Stites local who was mad because we wouldn't play sweet home Alabama, and the only person upset with the bar was a guy who got mad when he was cut off alcohol. He apparently was also sneaking beers to under age kids, and when that didn't work, he gave them Pabst cans to hold and told them to pretend like they'd been previously carded. Too bad the place didn't serve Pabst! I can see why he might hold a grudge against the place though, since he didn't want to play by the rules and they made him.

The people running the place-all of them- treated the band extremely well, and more professionally than many of the bars here in the big city. I'd play there again in a heartbeat. Don't get many gigs with white tails feeding in the yard behind you while you play.

Fishing was slow, but myself and the harmonica player got a few trout on hoppers on the lochsa, but I spent most of my time teaching the singer's boy how to fish a spinner right at the saloon. He finally got the hang of it and got a squaw-pike-minnow-fish or whatever they're called these days that nearly yanked his arm off when it hit, and a nice trout that the folks at the saloon showed him how to clean and cooked him for his breakfast. Judging by the look on his face, he may have had a good time. Sure is pretty up there.






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