Well, it's taken a while--and that's killing me in fishing season prime time--but I did end up with a combination of a roof bar from Yakima and a pair of rails with one set of uprights and crossbar for the bed. It took a surprising amount of back and forth to confirm that both will fit a 2024 Ranger. Apparently Ford has changed both the width of the truck bed rails and the height of the plastic overlay such that virtually all other bed racks will not fit without substantial modification. I did consider cutting down the plastic so the clamps on my old rack would fit, but decided I was not willing to do that to save little money. My wallet is hurting more than I had hoped, but will hopefully have the rack installed in time for late season stripers in July and August, and be fully restored to function for fall fishing and hunting.
Meanwhile, not being able to carry my own canoe has reconnected with me an old fishing and hunting partner, and in last Saturday we had an epic with fantastic fishing. Drive to the river featured multiple hen partridge with broods on the side of the road, as well as a nice little black bear browsing on wild strawberries on the road edge. (Probably what the partridge were eating, too. That took us to brook trout and landlocked salmon from a pool in the middle of Class V rapid--literally casting great big stonefly dry flies to the edge of standing waves. Best day of river fishing I've had in a couple of years--landed salmon of 19" and 20", and lost a brook trout that was of similar size. The same night we hit the Hexagenia mayfly hatch on an old favorite trout pond of mine that I had not been to in years. The mayflies--which are enormous--as long as your thumb--started emerging a half hour before dark, and the fishing was just silly if you could get a decent imitation into a rise quickly and twitch it. No truly big trout, but between us I think we landed and released at least a dozen in 45 minutes before full dark, sodden flies, and leaders twisted into macrame by the enormous flies shut us down. Nothing exceptional, but no small ones either--they were all between about 13 and 15". Two hour drive back to camp in the dark with 2 near-miss moose events on the logging roads.