08-15-2011, 05:48 AM
I've been having a fun time fishing for bass the past couple of months, but I've had an itch I haven't been able to scratch since March. This weekend I finally got out and fished some moving water for trout.
My wife's friends invited us to stay at a cabin in Samak this weekend, so of course I brought along my 3/4wt just in case I could get away for a bit.
The creek runs right past their cabin, so I started there. I worked my way up through some very brushy areas, but managed 4 small cutts and a decent little brown.[inline "brown small.JPG"]
I lost one out of the same run that looked a little bit larger as well. I think this area probably gets hit pretty hard because of all the cabins. Despite some very nice runs, all the fish came from little brush choked runs away from cabins.
Later that night I made it out for a longer excursion. I went a couple of miles upstream to a public access point and had a great evening of little cutts,[inline "cutty small.JPG"]
a couple more browns, and a few ugly little minnows. I even got to use some of the knowledge I gained from the recent post about fighting two fish at once [:p] [inline "2 for 1 small.JPG"]
I ended up with 50 more fish and a lot of dry fly action.
The next day everyone was lying about not really doing anything, so I set out again. I saw a really nice looking stretch of the same creek just over the National Forest boundary. It was okay, but definitely not as good as it looked. I fished about 45 minutes and landed 10 cutts, but only one was bigger than 6 inches, some might not have pushed 3.
I decided that I'd had enough of that and ended up spending a couple of hours on The Provo a couple of miles above Soapstone. I hiked down through some marshy terrain to the river and found a perfect run. A good 60 feet long or more, with depths to 3 feet, a nice shelf at the head, and a fallen spruce lying along the left side. 1st cast brought a very splashy refusal. The next cast I caught a decent brookie.[inline "brookie small.JPG"]
I had a few more refusals before deciding to ditch the big attractor and bead head dropper and go with an Airhead and the old classic Royal Wulff. That was the ticket. I worked my way up the run and scored brookies, cutts and a tiger trout. [inline "tiger 2 small.JPG"]
A little further upstream the river split and there were some nice little pockets along the left bank. I scored another tiger,[inline "tiger small.JPG"]
and some more brookies and cutts.[inline "brookie 2 small.JPG"] [inline "cutt small.JPG"]
They were taking the Wulff 10 to 1, so I switched it out for a small black Turk's, and that evened the playing field. After a while, the stream sort of petered out to a sluggish trickle. I caught more, but the overall size was down and they were spooky. I heard rushing water and realized the river had split off again and was running right through the forest. It was very swift and heavily vegetated, and I only scored one little brookie from this area. It almost appears that the river hasn't been cutting through there for very long. Anyway, I was nearly out of time, so I went back down to that perfect run I started at. I noticed another run below that one, and it dished out another decent tiger, a cutt and a brook trout.[inline "brookie 3 small.JPG"]
The old run served up several more brookies and cutts as well as a ten inch bow. I ended up with 38 more fish, for a grand total of 103 for the trip. Though I didn't catch any monsters, it was beautiful country and I got to enjoy catching a variety of species on dry flies. It works for me.
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My wife's friends invited us to stay at a cabin in Samak this weekend, so of course I brought along my 3/4wt just in case I could get away for a bit.
The creek runs right past their cabin, so I started there. I worked my way up through some very brushy areas, but managed 4 small cutts and a decent little brown.[inline "brown small.JPG"]
I lost one out of the same run that looked a little bit larger as well. I think this area probably gets hit pretty hard because of all the cabins. Despite some very nice runs, all the fish came from little brush choked runs away from cabins.
Later that night I made it out for a longer excursion. I went a couple of miles upstream to a public access point and had a great evening of little cutts,[inline "cutty small.JPG"]
a couple more browns, and a few ugly little minnows. I even got to use some of the knowledge I gained from the recent post about fighting two fish at once [:p] [inline "2 for 1 small.JPG"]
I ended up with 50 more fish and a lot of dry fly action.
The next day everyone was lying about not really doing anything, so I set out again. I saw a really nice looking stretch of the same creek just over the National Forest boundary. It was okay, but definitely not as good as it looked. I fished about 45 minutes and landed 10 cutts, but only one was bigger than 6 inches, some might not have pushed 3.
I decided that I'd had enough of that and ended up spending a couple of hours on The Provo a couple of miles above Soapstone. I hiked down through some marshy terrain to the river and found a perfect run. A good 60 feet long or more, with depths to 3 feet, a nice shelf at the head, and a fallen spruce lying along the left side. 1st cast brought a very splashy refusal. The next cast I caught a decent brookie.[inline "brookie small.JPG"]
I had a few more refusals before deciding to ditch the big attractor and bead head dropper and go with an Airhead and the old classic Royal Wulff. That was the ticket. I worked my way up the run and scored brookies, cutts and a tiger trout. [inline "tiger 2 small.JPG"]
A little further upstream the river split and there were some nice little pockets along the left bank. I scored another tiger,[inline "tiger small.JPG"]
and some more brookies and cutts.[inline "brookie 2 small.JPG"] [inline "cutt small.JPG"]
They were taking the Wulff 10 to 1, so I switched it out for a small black Turk's, and that evened the playing field. After a while, the stream sort of petered out to a sluggish trickle. I caught more, but the overall size was down and they were spooky. I heard rushing water and realized the river had split off again and was running right through the forest. It was very swift and heavily vegetated, and I only scored one little brookie from this area. It almost appears that the river hasn't been cutting through there for very long. Anyway, I was nearly out of time, so I went back down to that perfect run I started at. I noticed another run below that one, and it dished out another decent tiger, a cutt and a brook trout.[inline "brookie 3 small.JPG"]
The old run served up several more brookies and cutts as well as a ten inch bow. I ended up with 38 more fish, for a grand total of 103 for the trip. Though I didn't catch any monsters, it was beautiful country and I got to enjoy catching a variety of species on dry flies. It works for me.
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