Day one of the trip, we would hit the South Fork of the Snake with Camron's friend Shane. Shane is an avid fly fisherman and blogger. I had followed Shane's blog, The Fish Hunter Chronicles, for a year and couldn't wait to fish with him.
We picked up Shane, arranged our shuttle and were rigging the raft by 9 am.
"How long will it take to get the raft ready? We don't have to pump it up by hand do we?" Camron asked.
"It shouldn't take long at all, I have an electric pump!" I responded, with relief and excitement.
I popped the hood of my truck and hooked up the old electric raft pump to my battery. It roared to life and began pushing air into the raft.
"I'll man this and you guys can get your waders on and rods ready." I said, as the raft began to expand.
The pump was working hard and getting very hot, but I began to notice the progress slowing. I decided to let the pump rest a minute before starting again. I fired it back up and progress was once again being made, but the bladder I was working on was only a quarter full. This was taking a little longer than I hoped. As the pump began to heat up again, I remembered how old it was. I had seen this thing in the garage since I was a little kid. This thing must be over 20 years old, I thought as Camron and Shane came back over.
"Taking it's time, eh?" Shane asked, slightly concerned with the raft still being nearly deflated.
"Maybe you guys could grab the hand pump and we'll speed this up a bit." I said, staring at a half inflated bladder that had taken almost ten minutes to achieve.
As we walked out in the dark, we talked about where we would fish tomorrow.