Arriving in the afternoon at our campsite, we hurried to set up the tent and stash our sleeping pads and sleeping bags before hitting the water. Not wanting to fish too long, we stayed close to camp, walking no more than a mile before we started fishing. We each caught a few fish, and I took some pictures before heading out to go try out a new restaurant in Townsend for supper, the Monte Real Mexican Restaurant. Turns out the food was good! We enjoyed it knowing that the menu was camp food for the next day and a half.
After a good night's sleep, we were up and ready to fish hard all day. Our goal was to return to a gorge we had fished together a few years ago. Sure enough, it was just as amazing as we remembered. This particular stretch of water has both rainbows and brookies and is among the most rugged stretches of water in the Park. Numerous times we reached places where continuing on meant boosting each other to climb over the huge boulders. Not for the faint of heart nor for the weak, this stretch of water should never be tackled solo for obvious safety reasons, but the fishing is so worth it.
The rainbows here are thick and never vanish completely, but the higher you go the more brook trout you can find. I caught a nice one early on, and on a dry fly at that!
Nathan has a soft spot for brookies and was doing his share to catch a bunch. After catching one fish in particular and shooting a couple of quick pictures, he gently released it in the shallows at the stream's edge. We watched it rest on the bottom for probably 30 seconds before it took off again. Naturally I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to shoot a few pictures...
In between the brookies, the rainbows kept us more than busy. While none were large, they were plentiful and eager to hit our flies. Enough fish kept hitting the dry to keep us from going to straight nymphs but most were hitting the dropper. In the low clear water we could often watch the fish materialize off of the bottom to come up and swirl on the little bead head trailing behind the dry fly.
The stream is beautiful which is part of the reason I keep coming back. The fish are the other part of course. Between those two things, the visiting angler most be extremely careful. To spend too much time on one section means getting stranded in this long gorge overnight, not a fun idea.
Since there were two of us, I spent quite a bit of time with my camera. This is something that is harder to do when you are the only one fishing. I tend to get so focused on my fishing that I forgot to enjoy the sights around me, but when I'm sitting back to watch a friend fish, getting out the camera just makes sense. In this case, it allowed me to get two back to back shots that I think turned out well.
The fish just kept coming to hand and the farther we went the better the fishing got.
Photo by Nathan Stanaway
Not too far from where we would climb out and hit the trail back, I had a very nice fish hit and somehow managed to keep it on the line. My best fish of the day turned out to be a brookie, and I couldn't have been happier!
Photo by Nathan Stanaway
The hike out was all down hill so we made good time and were soon back at camp for a relaxing evening around the fire. This trip will be one that I remember for a long time. It's always great to get out with my cousin Nathan!
