Brett called up and said it was on, "Ice-Off!". We tore up the pavement a few hours south and made good time. Topics of conversation ranged from fly patterns to body snatch'n as we rolled through the rural towns of the U T.
We rolled in and unloaded to a warm 27' degree morning and had the toons on open water by 10:30am. Kickin' out accross the shallows I stripped in my first cast only to be broken off on my large crawdad. Checking my line I noted my 4x was brittle and laughed.
The sunny, saturday morning was chilly and the winds from the north made for some water chop. Buttoned up I pulled the raggid, fleece hoody up over my ears and turned my back to the wind.
(Photo Courtesy of Brett Colvin www.flytowater.com)
The fishing was slow but the rewards were awesome! Fat, speckeled, green backs, putting a bend in my stick as they danced. "What could be better?", I thought. Brett and I took turns landing trout for the camera shots and by late afteroon our hands were numb from the bone chilling water.
(Photo Courtesy of Brett Colvin www.flytowater.com)
There is a certain excitment that comes over me after a long, frigid day in the water. The thought of a hot shower and a home cooked meal from a small ma & pa eatery in town.
Stories of Butch Cassidy and hauntings in room 103 were discussed around the dinner table. Another awesome day had and shared with great company. Full and exhausted I took in the fresh mountain air as I walked back to the cabin. Shutting the door to room 103, I hit the bed and clicked through the images that had been captured on the Canon.
To be continued....with STAX of photos.
Be sure to check out Brett's blog and photography, as he gives his take on our little trip down south:
www.flytowater.com~JayMorr
