Roger, an amusing story about you Idaho experience - and completely consistent with local custom.
My wife's an Idaho native - her great grandparents were among the first white settlers in southern Idaho just after the Civil War. Her roots there run deep and we visit several times a year. Last summer, we'd flown to Boise then borrowed the in-laws' Tahoe to drive up through Sun Valley to the Sawtooths to visit friends at Smiley Creek. I lit out in the Tahoe early one morning to fish the Big Wood above Ketchum. Remember, in Idaho, vehicle license plates are coded with the county of registration: thus 1A is Ada county (Boise); 2C is Caldwell County, etc. I had just found a likely looking stretch and had rigged up when a Jeep Cherokee with local plates pulled up. The two guys sized me up for a minute, took a look at the Tahoe's plates, then rolled down the window and shouted "Weirdo. Go back to Boise!" Not waiting for my reply, they tore away, spraying the parking area with dust. Reminds me of a humorous post a Idaho in-law sent me last year. In part, it reads: >5. Go ahead and bring your $600 Orvis Fly Rod. Don't cry to us if a >lake trout breaks it off at the handle. We have a name for that >little 10-inch trout you fish for - bait. Kent Lufkin
