Okay, Lestrout, when ya' mentioned me missing the fresh huckleberry ice cream, ya' stepped over the line! There's only so much "drooling and slavering" a grown man can take!
The fishing, actually, sounded about "par" since the forest fires in the panhandle a few years back. They pretty much ruined a lot of the natural river habitats throughout the panhandle, but it's coming back, I understand.
Now, for "real eating", you need to go up, over the hump and drop down into "Avery" Idaho, 47 miles upriver from St.Maries, (where The "Shadowy St.Joe" meets the St.Maries River).
There, you'll find a small Tavern, (Bill's), on the hillside above Avery. You'll know "you're in the right place", when you see the glass case, at one end of the bar, that holds the skeleton of "A friend of Bill's, found in Alaska, during the thaw".
Clamped to the foot of "Bill's old friend", is the rusty remains of a large grizzly bear trap. Evidently, (as the tale goes), this unfortunate fellow got caught, in the trap....while prospecting for gold , and then "froze/starved/bled to death" and wasn't found until "Spring Thaw" the following year.
SOME, of his tattered clothes and leather belt, also, still adorn the skeleton and it makes for VERY appetizing dinner decor!
But, darn if the steaks aren't a foot thick and can be cut with a fork!