Up the Stream

OK, another great day in Paradise. Up the LHF again. I wanted to drive upstream quite a bit, but the road was too rocky, seems to get worse every year. Caught some nice Cutts again, this time also threw in some browns. Just nice to be out. At this time of year you never know if this will be the last outing.

Gut Shot

With the memory of the recent fatal shooting during opening weekend of the Utah deer hunt, fresh in my mind, it was with great trepidation that I ventured forth to sally with the trout. Nerves on edge, I decided today would not be a good day to camo my hat with twigs. I listened intently for the distant crack of a rifle, that would bring searing pain to my innards.

Today was trophy Cutthroat day. Well, trophy for this little stream. Seems every fall, when the Browns are up to the devils work, the large Cutts come out in force. I was able to dance with a few that you would be proud to pull out of Big Creek, Id. Nary did catch a browny, and was bothered not a bit by the days tally. Gotta love it.

And Again...

ok, boys. Headed out again on Wednesday, up blacksmith fork. Weather was cool, cloudy, bit windy. I picked a class 4 set of rapids to fish. Dumb luck there. All told I was able to land 4 trout, fell twice, cursed many, forgot my flask of liquid heat, but had a nice time out.

Scratch that itch...

Headed up the Blacksmith fork, the main branch. Was thinking of the Left hand, but water was way low, and time was an issue. Beautiful fall day, great colors, nice fish. Made me think of ta king the whole month of Oct. off, and doing some fishing and upland game hunting. Good idea eh?

Scorecard: 1 hour fished. 7 browns landed. no swimming, no lost flies, spooked one grouse.