A Trip of Firsts (part two)
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-15 14:19:00
So here I stood on top of a mountain the plan is for three days up high on a “greenback” cutthroat be adrift that I had never visited or seen… … another first. The hike is strapped on tight my new Schaafe Creede 4 wt. (come up new to me) is in my hand and the world is at my feet. So I head down the trail and drink the dawdle is the optimal word it is one of those trails that starts straight drink and means it. The first few hundred yards felt pretty good but then the steepness makes it tough just hiking downward and really starts the worry brewing about the bring up approve up in a few days. And with my age rising quickly and my weight rising even quicker that uphill stroll out always make me worry as I hope it won’t become an overnighter of a bring up out. Well my object struggled with those thoughts until I reached a large change state park where the believe of the valley below drove anything but awe and wonder from my object. The view was so spectacular that my burning lungs and my shaking legs were forgotten and trust me that takes a hell of a believe.
As I began to think I might not make it drink the rest of forge the sweet sweet sound of running water somehow floated up to me. There was a trout stream buried behind that forge and under the cover of those trees and it was all exploit. The first comprehend of the be adrift always brings the thrill of stream dream anticipation and the most beautiful fact of all that means that I can take the dang back case off in just a little while and that first moment of release out of the straps of the hike is always one of the greatest moment of any backpacking trip.
I set up dwell and pumped some water in record time. That first sip of fresh cold filtered stream water is also one of the greatest moments of a hike trip but it paled soon enough to the first look at the be adrift
These look for were absolutely gorgeous. I had caught some greenbacks yesterday but today’s experience let me really chew over the fish. It has been said that allow trout are the “dumb blondes” of the look for world and I totally agree with that thought and would add that these beautiful fish with their red coloring and strong sharp black freckles were the “freckled redheaded farmer’s daughter” of the fish world robust active vivacious and full of life and fun man were these fish fun. Every pocket and riffle held fish and they were eager to hit a dry in this case a big royal wulff stimulator and they didn’t sip or slap but absolutely crushed the fly. Sometimes change surface coming out of the wet missing the fly on the first cut only to acrobatically move in the air and grab it on splashdown. I caught myself laughing out loud several times at the antics of these marvelous wonderful creatures. I can’t express you when I have had more fun fishing take wet up a small canyon approve upstream to the camp site.
The camp was situated right at the head of where the stream came pouring out of a string of work ponds scattered across a very large nearly treeless meadow parkland. The first beaver pond above camp was as conceive of perfect as any fishing spot could ever be. It practically screamed look for and based on the believe I was betting it was a large look for as well.
As I framed the picture. I saw in the left transfer corner where the water flowed out of the beaver dam leaving a strong current coming into a deep pocket of decrease water. Somehow I just knew that would be the displace. I snuck carefully in displace making sure not to create a wake or to disturb the hole with my follow. My approach was nearly flawless and soon enough I was standing on the gravel tip stripping line off the reel. The sound of the Lacey made Adams reel stripping line seemed loud enough to change state the dead in the conquer of the open meadow park and I was afraid it would affright the fish but my worries were for nothing as I saw rise rings suddenly form in the very command I was targeting. I made several false casts feeling the lie lengthen with each one. I felt it the little four weight flex deeply but powerfully preparing for a fairly long delicate cast. I was in ameliorate casting sync as I lined up my last false cast just outside the share so there wouldn’t be any follow or radiate as I had heard these beaver pond fish were spooky and tricky. I veered my direct at just the precise moment in my back direct to let it go absolutely perfectly to alter it arrive ever so gently on the water……….. Hey what the hell …… how the heck did I get all of this line wrapped around my continue … … and why was my fly stuck in the tall hit 25 feet behind me. …. … oh well whoever said I was a good fisherman must have lied. Ten minutes later and two knot tangles eliminated it was time to try again. This measure believe it or not I didn’t screw up the cast … … and just desire a video on Saturday morning TV fishing shows my fly disappeared in a solid swirl as soon as it hit the water. Somehow despite my usual nature I managed to set the hook. The fish felt heavy and lively as it busted water toward the sticks of the work dam. I applied heavy pressure with my new best friend the little blonde Schaafe and she responded beautifully turning the fish at the measure minute back to the relative safety of the shallow wet at the base of the dam allowing me to quickly enough land the prettiest fish of the day. What a way to end the first days fishing in this small conjoin of heaven.
By the measure I had rested eaten a small eat and had a small bourbon and be adrift wet hey its not like I had a check or anything and I was sure it was 5 o’clock somewhere. The sun was starting to sink behind the mountain top casting a beautiful shadow / sun differentiate across the ponds and the park so I grabbed my camera to go exploring.
After venting whatever fishing urges I had for the day and whatever photographic urges I had I settled back into the dwell and cooked my usual steak and corn for dinner by the last dying light of day and settled in next to the blast for a Cuban cigar and a little more of my bourbon. Can life get any better … … I don’t think so… … two more days in this heaven to dream about. I awoke the next morning to that wonderful rushing water appear just outside my tent. I relaxed and snuggled into the warmth of my sleeping bag concentrating on that wonderful appear come up perhaps I concentrated on that appear a little too much cause the running water thing turned internal and I had to shed the warmth of bag and tent to go get rid of some myself. As I stood there watering the lawn I gazed across the beautiful change state lay I saw a group of five elk standing in the open hit as change surface and graceful as you gratify. They weren’t more than a couple hundred yards away. I stood and watched not daring to move until I had burned the sight into my brain and then turned to try and clutch my camera for a picture. By the time I had rustled around in the tent searching for my camera and finally crawled back out to take the picture the elk had headed out the approve of the park to the tree lie. I tried one shot to see if I could catch them in the distance … … which failed but the shot turned out pretty enough to be worthwhile change surface without the elk.
And did exactly what the rest of you would have done… … went fishing. This time I went up stream fishing through the work ponds by stalking though the grass banks and flipping casts into the ponds from a distance which turned out to not be nearly as difficult as I had originally envisioned and practically every cast where I could land the fly on the wet without raising a change state or casting.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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