Three Percent

A lovely snake river fine-spotted cutthroat...

After a full day of catching countless rainbows, we began to wonder about the trout population of the "Mile". Where were all of the browns and cutthroat that we were expecting? It wasn't until later on in the trip, and some research, that we found the statistics we openly questioned riverside. They were surprising in more ways than one...

The Land of Rainbows

The "Mile"

The plane arrived at midnight, mountain time in Wyoming. We were tired and didn't feel like stumbling in the dark to find a campsite. Naturally, we found a Walmart to buy some food, water, and a cheap cooler for the week. The parking lot served as our unpacking and sleeping quarters and it was two o'clock before we finally settled down in the little space remaining in our rental car. New water beckoned in the morning and the anticipation was high…

Wyoming

Grand Teton

It has been awhile since I've gone on a fly fishing trip that involved a plane ride to a place I've never been before. Over the past few years of being a homebody, I've stuck to my usual routines. A lot of that can be attributed to Adam beginning to guide in Alaska and my brother living in Africa for three years. With my brother having now moved back to the states, one of my two predominant fishing partners would be home for a summer of fishing. That alone was enough to light a little fire inside of me.