Millcreek Cub Scout Day Camp

Although a week has passed since I went fishing, it still counts as another day on the water. I am the Webelos den leader, and as such I had the opportunity to go to Cub Day camp in up Millcreek canyon. I found a few minutes to break away and fish the small creek that went through the camp. I caught a ton of browns, probably just recently stocked.

The Webelos crew:

I also didn't have my waders or boots, so it slow going. I had injured my ankle the day previous day at a work BBQ, and it felt good to soak it in the cold river.

A beautiful trout next to a beautiful foot (insert wolf wistle here):

This was a huge brown, or was it just the excellent photography.

Ok... this was the average size:

Ohh... Thank you John for posting the Brown Sugar blog; it was so sweet!

Brown Sugar 07

Here is a very limited selection of photos from BS 07. I'll burn you a disc, Mickster, of the rest, and give it to you when you come out for the Idaho trip. Since you've heard all the stories, I'll mostly let the images speak for themselves, unless some clarification is needed.

Not sure what they hey he was trying to do. Actually, he lodged his fly in a tree, and I gave him the advice to turn his rod upside down and use his reel to pull the offending branch down to his level, thus enabling him to dislodge his fly. You can see the results. This provided me with quite the laugh and better yet, the sweet fishing runs, while he attempted to free his fly.


This was the largest Cutt that was caught, quite the monster...we were up nearer to the dam at this point.

Well Mickster..hope this gets you through the next few weeks...and here's to next year on the Brown Sugar!!

Big Cottonwood / Wolfcreek

Well, I was contemplating whether or not to post the names of the rivers, but a these places are not secrets, so what the heck. I fished Big Cotton wood on Wednesday, 6/13/07. When I got to the water, I immediately ran into a problem. My 6.5 foot St Croix rod was broken. Although I needed to go back to work, there was no way until I caught a fish. I touched the water, and if I didn’t catch a fish before I left, my five years of not being skunked would be ruined. I ran back to my truck and pulled out my spare fishing rod. Thank goodness! After 20minutes of fishing, I landed five fish. The fish weren’t big, but it was fun.

On 6/17/07 I got another fishing day in. This time it was near Powder Mountain in Wolf Creek. The fishing is always good they if you can handle the intense combat fishing. Here are a few pics from that experience:

Updates, New water, New river, broken rod.

Alright, I've updated every one's fishing days, even though you have not added the post of your trip, I thought I'd keep it up to date. This includes Han's broken rod trip, and Micks "new river" trip for small mouth. Below I have posted photos I took ( you guys need to start bring your cameras) from my recent trip. I've told you all the stories already, but I'll post captions by the photos to clue you in on what it was I was photographing. Get ready!! GO!

This is the first Tiger Trout I caught, up in the little tiny meadow stream. The stream was almost identical to the one pictured below, but it goose necked back and forth, instead of being to straight as the one pictured.Another photo of him, laying next to my rod, for proportions sake, notice the girth on that thing. The thing was a literal monster....It wanted my blood.
This was the second Tiger I caught, not quite as large as the first, but every bit as mean. This is Pine Creek, (below) the little cutthroat stream, I mean little as in the size of the stream, not fish. though the first one, was a bit small...then you can see the progression, as I began to key in on where the lunkers were.

Getting larger....
And larger..
and more colorful....
This was the largest Cutt, around 14.

Me, stringing up the fish the Brookie water, elevation 9000ft.
and said brookie..though upstream a bit, you get out of the pocket water, and get into some meadow areas..and the fish became a bit larger...around 12..and for a brookie..good heavens..I'll take that.
And so there's the story...4 new streams...all species of trout..and then some..all within a 30 mile radius. Anyone want to go back? I know I do.

Quick Fishing Fix (Record Time)

Rack me up for another day of fishing. This Wednesday, 5/30/07, at 11:58AM I left to go up one of the canyons to fish. I caught two identical looking bown trout about 9 inches in length. I was back at the office working at exactly 12:57PM. That's 59 minutes start to finish from my work office, which gave me around 20 minutes of fishing. Can you all do that?

New Water

Ahh, new water. Hans and I found a nice little piece of a stream, actually a tributary of one we have fished before. This time we rode our bikes up till the road ended, then proceeded up a little path, and we found this welcome sign, inviting us in further to fish.( just love those friendly folk)

We didn't realize it was a trib, until afterword, and the water color and rock moss was quite a bit different from the main stream, but possibly better. Reminded us of a "mini- BS".

This was Friday, and it was so good, we went back Saturday morning, only this time we went up the main branch. Not as good, still caught some fish, and a couple decent ones, but nothing like the little trib. We back pedaled and started again just below the confluence. The idea was to fish up to the confluence, and then up the trib. On the way up to the con, I caught his monster 17 inch brown, largest of the day.
Amazed us that this little jewel of a stream held such nice trout. Suffice it to say, since I'm at such a loss of words, it was a great 2 days, my new fav stream, close to home, un-fished virgin water...no road next to it..what more can you want?

Fishing in far away lands

Due to the influenza I must have brought back from Argentina, I just haven't felt up to writing this blog. It's been two weeks today since I fished in a very distant beautiful land. Tuesdady, 5/1/07, was Argentina's labor day holiday. Since the Motorola offices were closed , I felt obligated to explore the land and fly fish. Yep, I brought all my fishing gear with me, waders, boots, and all.


The CREW!

I was fortunate to find someone in the office with a little fly fishing experience. I remember being at his skill set not too long ago. He took my coworker and I (AKA the GRINGOS) to a place called San Miguel de los Rios. It located at S32.02.250, W064.45.673, elevation 3370ft. That nearly 6000 miles away, boys. Top that!


Although he (Omar) had been there before, he had never fished there, so it was virgin water to us all. After a long three hour drive south of Cordoba, we began driving on a dirt road for another 30+ minutes. Finially, we arrived at a locatioin with many private cabins. Of course we found the owner of a five cabin estate and asked permission to cross his land to the river. He was very nice, and even gave us directions to a good entry point. The lucky dog lives there year round.

Underwater... John said he thought the river looked a little steril. Nope, the only one steril is John.

This is Omar, the host, fishing away!

This is what down south they call "Trucha de Arco Iris" Rainbow trout!

The GPS fishing prediction called for excelleng fishing, and it was. The "langostas", spanish for grasshoppers, were thick. This was the fly of choice that hooked many a fish. I was fishing alongside Omar most of the time, which did slow me down a bit, but I still caught a plethora of Trucha de Arco Iris, Rainbow trout. We fished for about three hours. Poor Omar didn't catch a single fish. I felt so bad. He was a great host, and I wish he had caught at least something.
Most of the fish were small, ranging from 6 to 12 inches. Just take a look at the pics.
Aside from fishing, the whole trip there was awesome. I even got to go back up to my mission area.

From the hotel in Cordoba!

Argentine Resevoir Vista