Showing posts with label Wyoming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wyoming. Show all posts

Monday, September 7, 2015

So Easy a Caveman Could Do It


Not the brightest fish in the barrel...

On day three, we headed to a different tailwater that promised even better fishing than anything we had experienced thus far. After having fished this new tailwater, I can happily report that it is a little slice of fly fishing heaven. It featured an insane amount of fish, all large, healthy, and full of fight. It was not uncommon for their to be double, triple, and quadruple hookups going on at one time between my brother, the drift boats, and I. The guides on this river probably have one of the easiest jobs imaginable. It is literally so easy a caveman could do it...

Monday, August 24, 2015

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...

Friday, August 21, 2015

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…

Monday, August 17, 2015

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.