A few weeks ago I received an exciting invitation to go on a backcountry fishing trip with my friend Brent from Uprising Fly Fishing. All of us spent the weeks leading up to the trip in great anticipation of what we might catch. The location was fabled to have large lake trout and trophy browns that would readily chase down a well placed streamer in shallow water. Like most places that are worth talking about, a little bit of work would be required to get there. When your mind is so caught up on catching what could quite possibly be the fish of a lifetime, all logical thought processes seem to disappear. For example, instead of thinking about resting so you have the energy to hike 14 miles, you pull an all-nighter tying up some new patterns that you think might work for lake trout. The logical thinker would go to bed but the obsessed angler sticks to the vise until it’s go time. Chris, Brent, and I were scheduled to meet up at 4:30 AM so we would have plenty of time to make the hike in. Despite the blue bird skies that have been the norm this entire year, we received a warm welcome with one of the wettest days I have ever experienced in my life. Rain, sleet, and high winds would be the norm for 90% of the day. I quickly reminded myself why I was there and the weather didn’t seem so bad anymore. A couple hours later we made it to our destination and got to fishing. It was neat to look into the crystal clear water and see schools of lakers swimming together. Most of the year, these fish are in the depths of the lake, nowhere to be seen. I decided to tie on one of my new creations and went to work. It didn’t take long to hook into my first laker on the fly. I was really caught off guard by what a strong fish they are. The fish we caught were only small fry. I can only imagine hooking into a monster. Unfortunately, the streamer only produced one fish. We all made the switch over to eggs and proceeded to catch a few more fish. The mack fishing started to slow down a little so we decided to explore some more of the river and went in search of some browns.
My First Mack on the Fly
Chris and his First Laker (Note the Torrential Downpour Taking Place)
The brown trout fishing started out slow to say the least. They were extremely skittish and not interested in anything we had to offer. I tried a small streamer and eggs, while Chris and Brent stuck to the bigger articulated streamers. Eventually Chris decided to tie on his Magic Dragon Pattern and that did the trick. We walked down a good ways until we stopped seeing any fish and decided to fish our way back upriver. Chris continued to catch a few more nice browns and during this time, the sun decided to come out, the wind died, and we were all able to warm up a little.
Chris and his First Brown of the Day
An Awesome Underwater Shot From Brent
Chris With Another Dandy Brown – Check out Those Teeth!
We eventually made it back up to where we had first started and I had yet to land a brown. I had multiple chances and just wasn’t able to capitalize on any of the opportunities. In fact, shortly after Chris hooked his first brown of the day, I had the same fish hit my fly three time! I just couldn’t connect with him. The first area we had fished was in the shadow of the trees and full of whitecaps and I figured the fish would be way less skittish. My first cast in I missed what felt like a great fish. I hurried and punched out another cast in the 30 mph+ winds and whitecaps and was able to connect with a fish this time. I was expecting it to be another laker but upon closer inspection it was a beautiful brown. I had accomplished both of my goals for the day and was pretty dang excited to have finally have landed a brown.
My First Brown of the Day
Another Shot of the Same Brown
We only had a short time left before it was time to head out so I hurried and threw out again. A couple minutest later I hooked into my second brown of the day. It was another beautifully colored male that made all the efforts of the day worth it. Brent was still downstream from us so I hollered for him to come up and explained that the browns had moved into the hole and were hitting like crazy. He threw out a few casts and was able to hook into another nice brown. It was a hoot watching the browns crash up in to the waves to hammer our flies. It was as if a switch had flipped that said “feeding time!” We all missed a few more fish and then the fishing eventually slowed down again. We didn’t want to be hiking out in the dark and decided it was probably best to hit the trail.
My Second Brown of the Trip
Brent with his Brown Trout
About ten minutes into the hike out, we realized we had taken a wrong fork in the trail. We quickly turned around and made it back to the main trail. Throughout the day, we heard and saw massive trees crack in half and fall to the ground. Nature can be very brutal. The wind caused many of the massive trees to snap in half like twigs. As we made our way up the trail, it became evident than many trees had fallen along the trail that had not been there earlier in the day. One tree was balanced in such a way that I have no idea how it was still standing. I’d have taken a picture but I didn’t want to be anywhere near it, for fear it would fall over. As we hiked back towards civilization, I reflected on how blessed I am to live in such a beautiful part of the world. People travel from all over the world to come and visit in what could be considered my “backyard”, so to speak. Fly fishing is all about the experience for me. If I wanted to catch brown trout, I could just go to the Henry’s Fork or the South Fork of the Snake. I love both of those rivers but there is something about being in the middle of nowhere that is hard to describe. We didn’t find any of the fabled Ten-Pound browns or monster lakers, but we all agreed we’d go back again in a heartbeat. Spending a day on the path less traveled is exactly what it is all about and encompasses everything I love about fly fishing.
The Setting Sun on the Hike Out