This appeared to be the habitat of Bighorn sheep, antelope and wintering elk. It seemed impossible that there was a trout stream flowing through all this desert, but soon enough the trail stooped at a canyon. We set the brakes on our 4-wheelers and peered into the canyon. Large pine trees and cottonwoods were framed by red rock cliffs and undercut yellow limestone corners. Through it all ran an impossibly beautiful stream. We had arrived.
After rigging up, we strapped on bear spray and pistols. Grizzly bear are always a threat in this country and if they were to be found anywhere, it would be in the river bottoms. Properly equipped, we set off down a steep rocky bank. Once off the hill, we pushed though the bankside willows and stepped into the cold, crystal clear water. The stream looked perfect!
If our first day was great, our second day was somehow even better. The hatch came off on schedule at 10:00 am and every fish in the river wanted to get their fair share. Every pool, every bend, every small scoop or divot in the bottom held big cutts that were either actively rising or willing to rise to a well-presented fly. Most pools produced dozens of takes with often a half dozen over 18 inches. Tony and I were constantly hooked up. It just doesn't get any better!