I’m not a photographer – I’m a fishing addict. I’m also pretty obsessed with trout. They’re beautiful. It has; however, started to bug me a little when I get back from trips and all I have is a bunch of fish photos. I take time to soak it all in when I’m out the beauty, it seems that I rarely think to try and photograph it and I’m ofter too eager to fish my guts out when I’m out on the water. It’s a bummer cause a big part of why I started to blog in the first place was to have a place to store all the good times I’ve had out on the water and in the beauty this earth has to offer. So after looking through photos from this trip I’ve made a commitment to better document my (our) trips and to get more creative with my photography. Not sure anyone cares, but just a heads up. Ha.
So let’s get down to business. Beautiful day out and Derek and I were headed to fish some great-looking water. It was a fun adventure getting in. The road was windy and bumpy. Some leftover rainwater served up a thorough mud pain job. We dropped down the windyness into the canyon and ended up a stones through from the water’s edge. We popped over to take a peek and we were completely stoked to toss bugs on such a nice day in such a cool place (insert beautiful scenery photos here-instead of the last minute blah shot below).
The first highlight of the day was hearing Derek hoot and holler from downstream. I hustled down to see him bent on what seemed to be a bulldog. I snapped a couple pictures before he continued the battle around the bend. I bushwacked over to find him kneeling with a fish in the net. Chunky monkey. I had to rifle a few of this couch potato.
The highlight of the day for me was a cuttie that we spotted holding in a 3-4ft deep pool in front of a large rock. The pool was right beside the main current and only a couple feet wide. I nuck down the the trail thirty or so feet and posted upstream from the fish. Here, the glare prevented me from seeing the fish. The second drift into it as I jigged the fly back to where it had been holding I felt it stop. I set the hook straight up (I was a rod length from the rock) and felt life. Turned out to be one of the better cutties of the day.
As the sun began to dip we worked our way back up the canyon. It was such a relaxing day fishing in the solitude of the canyon. As always though, after a long day of fishing, I wanted to punch our drive home in the face.
Bonneville Cutthroat Trout, brown trout, river fly fishing, summer fly fishing