Day 9 Big Indian Creek
Tuesday morning the convention was over for most everyone but Host Bob, his buddy Matt Ormsby the MDC Naturalist ( who spoke at the convention ), Michael, Isaac, Cyan and myself wanted another day in the water and so choose a different site on Big(?) Indian Creek. It was a fine, blue sky day and 3 of us immediately immersed in the water while Bob and Matt worked their seine downstream. Just above the bridge was a cobbled, cascading run that hosted a small mound of active Bleeders. Michael and i worked it for a good while...
Hot spawners still.
Michael's knobby knee bones shadowed beyond the active mound.
The mound was cobbled against one of the larger stones in the cascading run. As the day warmed the mound became less active, Ozarks included. Longears were seemingly feeding on any exposed eggs.
Michael headed upstream while i was content to work the run. As i pivoted and peered back upstream i saw a large odd shape coming fast towards me in the shallow run. I had the camera handy and snapped this image just as they passed. The appearance of them racing towards me is burned in my brain, very inspiring as they rode the shallow current. I never tire of encountering these prehistoric beasts.
Bob and Matt had returned from their downstream seining and all of us enjoyed a bit of fellowship at the Under the Bridge Lunch Box Diner. They had kept a few of their seine catchings and shared them with us, show and tell style. Matt had a sweet cooler setup for transporting them to their office.
Meramec Saddled Darter, a primo male.
The Seine and Snorkel Team. Cyan, our photographer, had been content to sit under the bridge and draw while we were dipping, pulling, wading and / or breathing through plastic tubes.
The Swallows were most active during the morning but quieted as the day progressed. The surrounding white rings are depleted Dobsonfly egg cases.
Bob and Matt needed to return to their homes, Isaac was debating his options with a hot cat status but Michael and i were still a go so we headed downstream, making quite an adventure of it, walking the wide vast gravel beds skipping to the next pools. We stopped at many sites deep enough to snorkel and found lots of activity including many guarded Chub mounds, several disturbed by the seiner's recent activity. It had been a good year for the Nocomis. A slider encountered, this one missing a foot.
About a mile or so we came across this getaway huntin' & fishin' cabin. We left a note on the antlered door and are planning the next Missouri Gathering accordingly, lodging on the Indian Creek, the big one.
Working back upstream we came across several nice sun saucers. As the days warm the more the Sunfish seem to shine and spawn.
Mr. Hog, obviously hoping i don't see him.
Black Spotted TM. They were along the quiet banks, the rocks below covered with a lush, green moss. A big snapper turtle was there too but he lodged himself deep in the riprap. I tried to gently pull him out but could not get any decent photos, only one of his warty hiney.
Getting back to our vehicle we stopped by our first site of eviction and snapped the faded purple for evidence against us.
Here is another unfriendly sign at a nearby crossroads...
Obviously i was breaking the law with this documentation.
A nicer sign of the fine hospitality granted to near all of the 2018 NANFA attendees.
At our CCC Cabin only Michael, Cyan and i remained. Lucas has stopped by but missed a fine dinner of our many dining options including shrimp, sausage, corn and taters left over from the Gravel Bar Boil. Doing so we cleaned out the refrigerator to our satisfaction.
The adventure continues...