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.Acouple years in the ocean, cruising the Pacific, grows to consider-able size and then comes back to fresh water.Probably the big-gest steelhead I ve caught a few in the twenty-pound class, hesays, then clarifies, twenty-pounds-plus.That s a big fish on afly rod.They catch a few up there every year where we go, overthirty pounds.I ve never caught a thirty-pounder.And it s verytough technical fishing.You might fish all day long and not havea strike, but, boy, once you ve got one on it s just it s an amaz-ing experience when you ve got a twelve-, fifteen-pound steel-head on the end of your line, tail-walking down the river, puttingup a hell of a fight.And you do it in some of the most beautiful Cheney499country.If I had one fishing trip left in me I want to go spend aweek on the Babine. 7If others want to talk politics or current events, Cheneydoesn t mind.But he rarely brings up current events on his ownand most of his contributions to the conversation come in theform of one-liners.The Secret Service agents are there, as theyalways are, to protect the man they know back in Washington bythe call sign Angler. In one campfire discussion, Cheney wasasked how many Secret Service agents serve in his detail. You don t want to know, he responded.The fishing is highly competitive, with a daily biggest fish contest.The winning days are quite memorable, judging fromCheney s vivid recollection of beating his friend Dick Scarlettfor the money fish one day last summer. There was a smallstream coming in from the right, and a big, long, very still pool.Dick went up and fished a bit and didn t have any success andmoved on up above.I can remember coming in below him andI d seen a big brown cruising, heading up into the water, and Imade a perfect cast with a little fly tied on, a nymph, and I nailedit and fought him for a while and landed him.It was a twenty-three-inch brown trout, which is a big brown.The technical as-pect of it was fun and important.It was a beautiful fish.The bestpart of it was, Scarlett had just been right on that spot and hehadn t got anything.That was the money fish of the day. During the reelection effort in 2004, the campaign s mediastrategists pushed Cheney to spend time with local editorialboards or do interviews with regional television networks tocommunicate with voters, avoiding the cynical Washington presscorps.When Cheney s advisers recommended that he spend anafternoon fishing with a reporter from a cable network that cov-ered the outdoors, Cheney scoffed.You re just trying to softenmy image, he joked, and recommended that they go hunting in-stead.He had been correct, of course.His advisers were trying to humanize Cheney, and hunting wouldn t necessarily accom-plish their objectives.And after a fateful trip to south Texas in late winter 2006, hemight have had a difficult time getting reporters to join him.As the sun was setting late in the afternoon on Saturday, Feb- Stephen F.Hayes500ruary 11, Cheney and a small group of hunters at the ArmstrongRanch in Texas decided they would try to bag an additional quailor two before they retired for the day.They had spent part of theafternoon touring the ranch and had resumed hunting about twohours earlier.Oscar Medellin, an outrider, had found a covey ofquail and radioed to the group.Just before they reached the firstcovey, they came upon a second and decided to hunt there first.Of the five people traveling in ranch jeeps, only three got outto hunt: Cheney; Pamela Willeford, a friend of Bush s who wasserving as U.S.ambassador to Switzerland; and Harry Whit-tington, a prominent Texas attorney and Republican fund-raiser.When the first covey was flushed, Whittington shot two quail offto his right.Cheney also got a bird.Whittington walked with aguide and a Labrador into the tall grass to retrieve them.Cheney and Willeford made their way to the second covey,which was to their left.The two stood side by side Willefordon the left, Cheney on the right as they waited for the birdsto take flight.About 100 yards directly behind them, one of thebirds Whittington had shot was proving difficult to locate.Af-ter about five minutes of searching, Whittington left his guideand returned to the vehicles, where the outrider congratulatedhim on his double. He then began to walk toward Cheney andWilleford. We got over there, a bird flushed, a single bird, Cheneysays. I was on the right, out to the west.The sun is just start-ing down on the horizon, and there s nobody out there.I m thelast one on the line well, there are just two of us, basically.Abird flushed, flew out to the right, and I turned and fired.Un-beknownst to me, Harry had come up and was standing wherenobody had been before.He was down, there was a bit of a foldin the land, so he was down not completely behind it but partly,up to about his waist, down in this fold in the land.The sun wasbehind him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Acouple years in the ocean, cruising the Pacific, grows to consider-able size and then comes back to fresh water.Probably the big-gest steelhead I ve caught a few in the twenty-pound class, hesays, then clarifies, twenty-pounds-plus.That s a big fish on afly rod.They catch a few up there every year where we go, overthirty pounds.I ve never caught a thirty-pounder.And it s verytough technical fishing.You might fish all day long and not havea strike, but, boy, once you ve got one on it s just it s an amaz-ing experience when you ve got a twelve-, fifteen-pound steel-head on the end of your line, tail-walking down the river, puttingup a hell of a fight.And you do it in some of the most beautiful Cheney499country.If I had one fishing trip left in me I want to go spend aweek on the Babine. 7If others want to talk politics or current events, Cheneydoesn t mind.But he rarely brings up current events on his ownand most of his contributions to the conversation come in theform of one-liners.The Secret Service agents are there, as theyalways are, to protect the man they know back in Washington bythe call sign Angler. In one campfire discussion, Cheney wasasked how many Secret Service agents serve in his detail. You don t want to know, he responded.The fishing is highly competitive, with a daily biggest fish contest.The winning days are quite memorable, judging fromCheney s vivid recollection of beating his friend Dick Scarlettfor the money fish one day last summer. There was a smallstream coming in from the right, and a big, long, very still pool.Dick went up and fished a bit and didn t have any success andmoved on up above.I can remember coming in below him andI d seen a big brown cruising, heading up into the water, and Imade a perfect cast with a little fly tied on, a nymph, and I nailedit and fought him for a while and landed him.It was a twenty-three-inch brown trout, which is a big brown.The technical as-pect of it was fun and important.It was a beautiful fish.The bestpart of it was, Scarlett had just been right on that spot and hehadn t got anything.That was the money fish of the day. During the reelection effort in 2004, the campaign s mediastrategists pushed Cheney to spend time with local editorialboards or do interviews with regional television networks tocommunicate with voters, avoiding the cynical Washington presscorps.When Cheney s advisers recommended that he spend anafternoon fishing with a reporter from a cable network that cov-ered the outdoors, Cheney scoffed.You re just trying to softenmy image, he joked, and recommended that they go hunting in-stead.He had been correct, of course.His advisers were trying to humanize Cheney, and hunting wouldn t necessarily accom-plish their objectives.And after a fateful trip to south Texas in late winter 2006, hemight have had a difficult time getting reporters to join him.As the sun was setting late in the afternoon on Saturday, Feb- Stephen F.Hayes500ruary 11, Cheney and a small group of hunters at the ArmstrongRanch in Texas decided they would try to bag an additional quailor two before they retired for the day.They had spent part of theafternoon touring the ranch and had resumed hunting about twohours earlier.Oscar Medellin, an outrider, had found a covey ofquail and radioed to the group.Just before they reached the firstcovey, they came upon a second and decided to hunt there first.Of the five people traveling in ranch jeeps, only three got outto hunt: Cheney; Pamela Willeford, a friend of Bush s who wasserving as U.S.ambassador to Switzerland; and Harry Whit-tington, a prominent Texas attorney and Republican fund-raiser.When the first covey was flushed, Whittington shot two quail offto his right.Cheney also got a bird.Whittington walked with aguide and a Labrador into the tall grass to retrieve them.Cheney and Willeford made their way to the second covey,which was to their left.The two stood side by side Willefordon the left, Cheney on the right as they waited for the birdsto take flight.About 100 yards directly behind them, one of thebirds Whittington had shot was proving difficult to locate.Af-ter about five minutes of searching, Whittington left his guideand returned to the vehicles, where the outrider congratulatedhim on his double. He then began to walk toward Cheney andWilleford. We got over there, a bird flushed, a single bird, Cheneysays. I was on the right, out to the west.The sun is just start-ing down on the horizon, and there s nobody out there.I m thelast one on the line well, there are just two of us, basically.Abird flushed, flew out to the right, and I turned and fired.Un-beknownst to me, Harry had come up and was standing wherenobody had been before.He was down, there was a bit of a foldin the land, so he was down not completely behind it but partly,up to about his waist, down in this fold in the land.The sun wasbehind him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]