Yo Suit, thanks for the forum.
Might as well use it.
I hooked up with my dad Fri morning for a couple days fishing. Even though I knew it was going to dump and I would probably miss a shot at what could be the "last Good Pow day" in a lackluster season.
We started off at Strawbery Reservoir on 40 outside Heber/Daniels summit.
Temps were ~ frezzing and a strong ~20mph were gusting. Forgot to check the water temp.
Kessler stoicly enjoying the weather and waiting for another stick to fetch.
Strawberry has allways been a favorite spot of mine. more than a decade ago, moving to UT, I really didn't have many river fishing skills. My grandfather had taught me to flycast for gills and bass and I had done a bit of carp flyfishing back in Chitown. I would cram my old school belly boat into my grandfathers kick me down pontiac sunbird for a day of kickin the float tube around the "Berry".
Around this time the reservoir had been roatoned and closed for a couple years. The DWR decided to restock it with Bear Lake cutthroats and sterilized rainbows to keep the bows and cutties from interbreeeding. Not that there is anything bad about cutbows imo. They also stocked kokanees. These were the "good old days" Those rainbows grew fat fast and were drag screechingly mean.
They (DWR) encouraged people to keep these quality fish and release the cutties to spawn and propagate to create the hookem and cookem family friendly reservoir they desired. So after a season or two all the big rainbows ended up on the dinner table or freezer. The FDA shut down the rainbow stockings due to the method of sterilization. Even with a 4 fish limit it wasn't long before the trollers and icefisherman kept enough to start to put a hurt on the fishery. The BL cutties didn't quite eat as many chubs as they hoped
and their #'s returned rapidly. So a few seasons later they are now restocking rainbows and now have a slot limit on the cutties. The cutties while numerous and fairly easy to catch are a pretty lame fight.
Even the +20"s just do a few head shakes and allow themselves to be reeled in. Every one in a while you'll get a hard fighter, but for the most part pretty lame fighters.
end rant
So I really thought under these conditions we were in for a skunking.
The trolling motor (my arms & oars) had to work overtime to keep up with the whitecaps. We actually did pretty well in semi shelterd bays off Soldier Creek. They were taking wooly buggers and black marabou leeches. Caught a 1/2 dozen nice cutties and a small rainbow. Most fish took the fly in a slow troll mode as upposed to stripping.
cuttie shot
Around noonish it started to dump pretty hard, so we bailed and headed off to the next spot.
Thehttp://www.lcranch.com
Located in Altamont (outside Duschane), the ranch is about 2 1/2 hours outside SLC. This place is awesome, about a dozen ponds, Stocked w/ browns and Kamloops strains of rainbows. They also do guided elk and deer hunts. This occasion was an annuall get togather of a Park City fly club my dad belongs to. It was good seeing and sharing fishing stories w/ the 30 or so people there, some of who I had shared a AK fishing adventure with.
Nick and Ann Stevenson are awesome hosts. If you were looking for a good place to fish without roughing it, this would be the place.
We lauched the boat in Dog lake, at 23 acres the largest lake, and got our fish on. Most of the catching happened w/ a size 12 callibaetis dry w/ a 1-3'
chironomid or other midge pupa nymph as a dropper. The dropper caught fish on a 6-7 to 1 ratio to the dry.. Throwing buggers along drop offs was also productive. After a delicious dinner, comfortable nights sleep in the lodge, and a hearty breakfast . it was time to fish again. Kessler spent the night in the durango and the next morning on our walk we came acros an elk cut out.
He sees it and starts growling, barking, and generally freaking out over it till I could get him close enough to see it wasn't real.
We fished streamers untill the sun warmed the water enough to start the bugs hatching and fish rising. The guys in kick boats did well slow trolling buggers and leaches. Dog lake holds mostly rainbows and the fat football shaped fish fought tough.
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This fish was either so happy to be caught he is orgasming or so pissed off he is pissing on.
In the afternoon the winds picked up and we hit some of the smaller sheltered lakes. It started to snow/sleet /rain and it made the catchng even better.
Everyone else bailed, but being a fishaholic I pressed on. This was rewarded by a +20" who took me into the backing and tried to school me.
A sweet Rainbow
Kessler, while well behaved in the boat, is a little overzealous in his desire to help land fish. He lost his doggie fishing gold star by chaging down the bank and turning my fav 5 wt. sage vps from a 4 piece to a 5. Still a banner day of fishing in a super cool local.
We loaded up and drove to the Green. It had snowed about a foot outside Dutch John and snowed through the night. The next morning I was unable to find any guides willing to fight their hangovers and fish in the snow on there day off. I was set to just hike down from the dam and wade fish when I hooked up w/ some friends from Solitude Who are up there for the season. Melissa and her husband Ian were down for a float, so we launched the Hog and headed down river. The precip stopped and w/ no wind he midges and blue wings were coming offin earnest. It has been a long time since I have seen so many trout snouts coming up and gulping bugs. It took me a few whiffs to nail down the crucial dry fly timing on the set, but we started to git em good.
They were rising river wide moreso in the middle and along eddy lines with smaller fish along the bank. Ian was getting them w/ a 18 p-chute adams. I was getting most of mine off a small 20 sprout midge behind a larger ant pattern. They would eat the ant in faster water but not in the slower water.
Melissa , who is working as a river ranger this summer did a fkna sweet job behind the oars. Like my wife she hasno real desire to fish and was content to row. Man I love good lookin chicks who can row.
Melissa and Ian at secret riffle one of my favorite spots on the A, for fishin and stunning beauty.
We switched up and Ian got a few nymphing midge pupas and I threw the Sculpin on a sink tip for a few pigs.
It was one of those special river days that you hoped would not end.
We reached Little Hole around 7 having caught a good 20 fish each. I thought they were going to jack the flows on Mon. So I drove home in order to appease the spancer and assure my ability to make future fishing road trips. They didn't raise the flows, it seems they will wait until the Yampa peaks ~ the 10th and will probably only run 4600 cfs for a week.
All in all another sweet road trip for some fkna fine fishin.
Parting headed out of town scenic shot
Well there is another fishin Tr I apologize for the misspellings bad grammer and rambling writing style.
Thanks again for those buggers Tipp It was cool using a maggot kick down to catch fish. Someday your fam and the ice clan will all get togather for a river trip.
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