Archive for December, 2008

Fishing With Friends

Dec 16th

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Fishing with friends is always a welcoming treat. For the past week I have been hitting the water solo. I guess getting off work at 3pm is not the norm for everyone else??? Hoss and I got to the river, I picked up a couple scrappy little browns, hung out with and old timer…Lloyd? (he gave us a fly he swears by) We moved down river into my honey hole, where we continue to pick up post spawn browns in deep slow moving water. It was a nice day to be out the temps were 40* and the sunset was the catch of the day.
7ft 5-6wt Fiber glass Rod-Every fish feels huge!
The next time out Wayne and I hit the LP. This time the day light never stuck around long enough for us to key into the numbers, but instead gave us a shot at a couple nice browns. (20+) We left the river frozen, but with a new confidence in big fish and frozen eyelets. The Pics tell the story.
To me fishing with friends takes on a different feeling than fishing solo. When I’m fishing with someone else I am more worried about the other person than myself. The success of the day is usually measured by the success they have rather than my own. But on the other hand my little bro Jordan has a way of making me want to out fish him ever outing. He is one of the best fishermen I know and is constantly making me progress to a new level. I guess that’s what happens when the student starts to surpass the teacher.

It’s Mr Brown

Dec 10th

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I have hit the Provo that last couple nights solo…It’s funny how a little cold has scared all the fisherwomen away. I’m not complaining I love the river to myself…It gives me a chance to think without worring if some idiot is going to try and walk through my hole.
20+ Torpedo
Eggs are good!
Frozen Waders, Frozen Feet, Frozen Eyelets
21 inch hog that hit on my last cast of the night at dark:30
I can never get enough of the fall colors. The Blues, Yellows, and Reds

Rainbow Deprived (Part 3)

Dec 8th

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Saturday brought a new light and an opportunity to try a new location. I had decided on the Weber River above Echo, but as I was about past the Daniels turnoff, I decided to cutt down the x-mas tree first and fish the Provo as it empties into Deer Creek for running Bows. After a two hour detour trying to find the perfect tree, the tree was on the Jeep

and the 12 degree temp was now around 25* I fished the upper water first with only a 17′ brown, so I moved lower and got into a nice little side stream and finally got into the red striped rainbows I was dreaming about.

After a couple hours of fun I cruised down to meet Jeff, Grif and John. We had decided earlier to meet at 12pm and go form there. I talked them into hitting my productive little stream. The situation had changed dramatically in just a day. With it being Sat. the river had already been hitt hard all morning and the fish still had sore lips. Also there were too many fisherman for such a small stream, but we delt with what we had and between the four of us still managed to catch and release over 20 bows. As the sun disappeared behind Timp. our day came to and end on this stream.

I dropped off Jeff and Grif and headed straight for my brown honey hole to see if they were still there in numbers. As I approached my hole I was greeted by high flying browns and I knew that the day would end just right. In the last 30 mins of daylight I caught 4 browns over 17′, but it was my last fish that sealed the deal.

It was a picture perfect brown, measuring 20′. It was dark, but yet golden yellow.

As I released the beautiful fish to be caught again, I knew my day was complete. I walked straight out of the river and back to reality. I had left my house at 6am and returned at 6 pm without a single meal or break to relax. As I was thinking on my 15 min drive home, I couldn’t help think about what I had accomplished in my days outing. I had done everything I set out to do and in the process gained a deeper understanding of God, life, career, goals, friendship and nature all while fly fishing. Some people can’t beleive I take fly fishing to the extreme levels that I do, but until they feel and experience what I have. I will still laugh.
I am rainbow deprived

Rainbow Deprived (Part 2)

Dec 8th

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When I returned from New York the fallowing Thursday, I was hoping to be greeted by a blanket of snow, but to my surprise. I returned to 50 degree weather and less snow then when I left.
So instead of opening day at Sundance I would hit my favorite little stream in search of yet more large running bows. I fished from 1pm until 5pm. It was an amazing day on the river!!! I stared at the inlet and worked my way back to the Jeep. In every promising spot I would hook up with bow after bow on my little 6ft 2# and these fish were bigger and better fighters then last weeks batch. The average fish ran around 16′ and was bright and radiant like a colorful rock star.

(Two casts produced these two)

I couldn’t believe that I was the only one on the river with so many nice fish. I don’t like to count fish, but that day it didn’t matter because I couldn’t count that high anyway.

Tail Slap!!!

So Rainbow Deprived! (Part 1)

Dec 7th

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I had been hitting the brown trout spawn pretty hard and felt a a little deprived from their northern cousins the rainbow trout. I know a few good waters that have falling running bows so I decided the last few times out to target them excusively. The Friday after Thanksgiving was my last free day before a week in New York, so I decided to make the most of my free day. With a text from Mallary and Greg at 6:30 am the days line up was set and a little 5 foot stream would be are playing field. The morning was brisk with a new thin layer of snow that banketed the surrounding mountains.

It was a beautiful morning and a good sign of good things to come. We fished the upper section of the stream with constant success for 12-17′ bows.As we moved up river and past a large beaver dam we switch from the running bows to local browns. I hooked up first and Greg finished the day strong with a par of brown with one pushing 18′.

We left the river early with a sense of accomplishment and frustration (Mallary, had one of those days were her hubby out fishes her and she gets all the tangles) We had visited the river early before the crowds, caught the bigger fish and left before 12…