07-27-2014, 10:19 PM
The winds of change shifted and the smoke came in, so I left to go to a different area…again. This stream has some very pretty sections. That wasn’t where I was fishing this time. The ambiance was different than the last stream, but the fish were cooperative. Here was some of the welcoming committee.
They were more like…..the casting critics. I was sure they were going to hold up signs any minute…. 3 ….. 2.5 … or more likely… a 1. But the native cutthroats weren’t as picky. I love how very different the cutts look from one fish to the next.
Actually the cows moving around in the tight willows had a tendency to make me a little nervous. I had a very irate bull charge me in this same area either last year or the year before. I have raised cows and owned bulls. Trust me, DON’T trust them. Bulls can be real trouble. Anyway no trouble this trip, and lots of nice fish.
Some of the cutts had bright pink parr markings up their lateral line. I wish the pictures would have shown it better.
And others were a more overall gold color.
Or almost grey
The stream itself is a mixture of little runs, beaver ponds, slow pools, open areas, and tight willow covered areas like this one. It took me three tries to get my fly close enough to the tree edge without hanging up. When I got it right, a good fish smacked my fly. Unfortunately he drug my line back in under the willows and left me there. He was really good at the game.
This poor stream though is a little hindered by erosion and climbing temperatures. I imagine that it won’t be too long with this heat before the fish move out of these slower flat sections.
But for now, I just enjoyed it. Differences in the streams and fish is what makes them an adventure to me.
Not a very good picture of this next one, but it was a bright light gold color with the very pink and orange fins. The fish have a tendency to splash my camera lens and I don’t always know it, so there are some blurry spots too.
I was alternately using a generic parachute fly and a generic caddis fly. Here is the parachute.
The next day I moved again. This time to a stream that has large spotted cutts.
[size 3]But still lots of willows and even more cows. The algae on the stream rocks looks similar too.[/size]
Pretty colors on these fish too.
Did I say this one had LOTS of willows?
And beaver ponds.
It also had the most unusually colored dragonflies I have ever seen. I hope that you can see this one, as I couldn’t get very close. It was light blue on the thorax, brown wings, and bright white on its tail. It was awesome!
Did I mention that there were lots of willows? I lost the stream!
This is one stream that I use gps to navigate. Otherwise I might still be there.
All good trips come to an end. The jetstream shifted and the smoke moved to the south and east of us, so I headed home.
Nice to be home too.
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They were more like…..the casting critics. I was sure they were going to hold up signs any minute…. 3 ….. 2.5 … or more likely… a 1. But the native cutthroats weren’t as picky. I love how very different the cutts look from one fish to the next.
Actually the cows moving around in the tight willows had a tendency to make me a little nervous. I had a very irate bull charge me in this same area either last year or the year before. I have raised cows and owned bulls. Trust me, DON’T trust them. Bulls can be real trouble. Anyway no trouble this trip, and lots of nice fish.
Some of the cutts had bright pink parr markings up their lateral line. I wish the pictures would have shown it better.
And others were a more overall gold color.
Or almost grey
The stream itself is a mixture of little runs, beaver ponds, slow pools, open areas, and tight willow covered areas like this one. It took me three tries to get my fly close enough to the tree edge without hanging up. When I got it right, a good fish smacked my fly. Unfortunately he drug my line back in under the willows and left me there. He was really good at the game.
This poor stream though is a little hindered by erosion and climbing temperatures. I imagine that it won’t be too long with this heat before the fish move out of these slower flat sections.
But for now, I just enjoyed it. Differences in the streams and fish is what makes them an adventure to me.
Not a very good picture of this next one, but it was a bright light gold color with the very pink and orange fins. The fish have a tendency to splash my camera lens and I don’t always know it, so there are some blurry spots too.
I was alternately using a generic parachute fly and a generic caddis fly. Here is the parachute.
The next day I moved again. This time to a stream that has large spotted cutts.
[size 3]But still lots of willows and even more cows. The algae on the stream rocks looks similar too.[/size]
Pretty colors on these fish too.
Did I say this one had LOTS of willows?
And beaver ponds.
It also had the most unusually colored dragonflies I have ever seen. I hope that you can see this one, as I couldn’t get very close. It was light blue on the thorax, brown wings, and bright white on its tail. It was awesome!
Did I mention that there were lots of willows? I lost the stream!
This is one stream that I use gps to navigate. Otherwise I might still be there.
All good trips come to an end. The jetstream shifted and the smoke moved to the south and east of us, so I headed home.
Nice to be home too.
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