break glass in case of emergency

I'm thinking everyone has at least one, most likely several.

You know, those secret stashes you've accumulated over a lifetime of fly fishing.  They all have some basic criteria in common:  

1. fish well or even Xtremely well.
2. for big mountain trout or pure-bred cutthroats.
3. remain well off the beaten path, frequented by exactly no one.  But by yourself, that is.  Because who else is willing to risk the <choose one or more of the following as applies> rattlesnakes, sheer cliffs, box canyon, grizz, raging rapids, death march, cougars, snowfields, T-boomers....?

That right there is the definition of emergency secret stash, the glass to be broken only on rare occasions.  

 On an emergency basis only, if you get my meaning.

Such is the predicament I recently found myself in: the end of the season fast approaching, just a solitary day to fish, this trip needed to be beyond the 'ordinary'.

Casting about through the memory banks for a locale to fit the bill, I settled on one particular box canyon reach, first explored with my Dad- now there's an angler who appreciates the notion of secret stash!

That day proved most excellent, enough for the Return to always haunt the corners of the waking mind.



Yeah gotta get back up there.  

Oh ya Mon, secret stash.

But thinking backonit, I was astonished to remember it was the very weekend of Hurricane Katrina, what now, already seven years ago?  That fact alone sealed it, time to break the glass on this fly fishing emergency.

And yes, I found evidence that in the intervening years, exactly No One has risked the impassible cliffs, the perilous rock crawl, the dark box canyon.  Risked all to briefly connect with the pure-bred cutthroat trout that call this place, this pristine Place, home.

After all, that would just be plain crazy, am I right?