Jameson with a good behind-the-scenes look at the Kayak Fishing Show.
Jameson with a good behind-the-scenes look at the Kayak Fishing Show.
Some quality work from Eli over at Bayou Yakin’
Our last day of fishing in Wyoming was quite the encore. We had yet to hike-in and fish anywhere the whole trip, but this would be the day to buck that trend. We had the time and it looked like we might have the best weather of the trip that day. We packed our daypacks and took off for “Shangri-La”. After about a mile of walking uphill we were greeted with this site.
It was beautiful. If I had the energy to just run straight down the hill to the creek I would have. Once on the water it didn’t take Blake long to figure out a pattern. Fish were crushing a nymph he had tied and after sharing one with me we were catching fish at a silly rate. They were hitting on top too, but the sub-surface flies were killing it. It wasn’t all cutthroat though, in fact, it was mostly whitefish.
Cutthroat were the stars though and they were mixed in too. Sometimes they would be the first fish to hit while drifting through a run or a pool, other times you had pick your way through the whiteys before landing a cutty.
Some of the cutts were better than others. I was able to upgrade my Snake River cutt pretty early on and had back to back good fish in one of the first few runs.
The fishing was incredible.
In a beautiful place.
With lots of rod bends to go around.
I reached a point where I thought – “Gee, how could this get any better?”
Then Blake catches a double and it just seems fitting. And just for a bit of diversity he found a chunky brookie too.
But still the Snake River cutts were what we were there for, and we caught several nice ones.
We didn’t catch everything that lived in the creek though. I pulled the hook from a good fish early on, but Blake really missed a beast right at the end. A monster fish, it definitely would have been big fish on the day and probably rivaled big fish on the trip. No trip is complete without the “big one that got away” story and unfortunately that is how we ended our days worth of fishing and really the entire trip. This place really had it all and it was hard to walk back to the car and not snap a few more pics.
You couldn’t wipe the smiles off our faces as we made our way into Jackson.
A stop at the Snake River Brewery for a flight and a burger was just what the doctor ordered after a long day of fishing. After a bit of shopping for the kiddos and an obligatory elk arch pic we headed on down the road to our motel. It was clean, cheap, 70’s chic and the shower and bed felt incredible.
Our flight out wasn’t until later the next afternoon so we headed down to SLC with time to spare and decided to check out the Utes digs.
This place looked tiny compared to 100,000+ Tiger Stadium. A nice reminder that football(and tailgating) season is just around the corner.
One last local beer before getting on the plane to reflect on a really special trip. A lot of planning went into this trip to make sure we gave ourselves the best opportunity at the slam and it felt great to accomplish it. A big thanks goes to Steven Brutger over at Stalking the Seam for all his help. I put what I thought was a good plan of attack together and sent it his way and with a few tweaks we were able to get it dialed in. I don’t think there is anything I would have wanted to do differently. From the fishing to the scenic drives to the craft beer – everything about Wyoming was amazing. If I could make this a yearly trip I would – it was that incredible. Hope y’all enjoyed it as much as we did, until next time.
Slipping out of the hammock and taking in the view on the morning of day 4 was nothing short of spectacular.
After packing up the campsite and making the short drive through town to our destination, it was time to grab the rods and finish out our slam with a Yellowstone cutthroat.
It was pretty cool to have fished five different streams over the course of three days and what really stood out was that each had it’s own character. No two places we fished felt the same, which is a lot different than I can say for those small wild trout streams back in Georgia. The stream we were about to fish was no different – it had an entirely different look and feel. We had made our way through the Wyoming Range and were now in foothills of the Winds – and boy did we feel it. We parked in a pasture on top of a plateau and were greeted with a nice gust of chilly air.
We like to work our way upstream while fishing so we walked a bit downstream and began working an area where the river braided. I hooked up with my first fish on the back side of an island in some slower water along a cut bank.
It was a Yellowstone cutthroat and with that my Cutt Slam was complete! Now it was up to Blake to fool one.
Of course he had all day to do it, so I’m not ashamed to say that didn’t stop me from fishing and catching another one.
The river was gorgeous and at times had more of a desert feel than the previous streams we fished.
Eventually Blake was able to connect with a fish that was sitting right behind a big rock. As was the trend, it was a nicer cutty than the previous two I had caught.
The weather was beginning to look pretty rough so we headed to the car for a beer and lunch. As bad as it looked, it never really rained on us and we were back on the water shortly, though not before hearing the tale of “Big Lou” from another angler that was at the parking area. “Big Lou” was a cutthroat that this guy had caught when he first ever fished there with a guide. Apparently “Big Lou” had quite the reputation and lived under the big rock. We didn’t catch the name of Blake’s fish, so who knows, maybe it was “Big Lou” or maybe his kin? We kept fishing though and I caught another small one and missed a really nice fish – twice. He hit the dropper, then the hopper, on separate drifts, and I blew it each time.
Just to add insult to injury, while working the next run up, Blake hooked into a stud. Once we had the fish in the net we could tell it was the biggest of the trip. A beautiful, golden Yellowstone cutt. A few quick pics and then he was sent on his way.
I ended up catching one more little guy before we called it a day.
It felt pretty awesome to accomplish our goal. I think what I was more happy about though, and it really didn’t matter to me who caught the fish, was that we were able to catch what I considered to be above average versions of each species. It really validated all the planning that went into this trip. After a nice walk back to the car we headed back into town and ran into Marlow’s fly shop just to check it out and buy more flies we didn’t need.
With the slam complete, the next day was wide open for us. I had an idea of where I wanted to fish before I even started planning the trip, it was a place that I read about in a report on NGTO a few years back. The guy called it “Shangri-La” and it looked spectacular. I asked him about it back then and logged it in the back of my head in case I ever had the opportunity. It just so happened we had the opportunity this trip. It would mean a drive through the Absarokas and the Tetons, toward Jackson, which made sense for us as it put us closer to Salt Lake City and our flight home. It also would put us in prime Snake River cutt territory where I could hopefully upgrade from the dink I had previously caught this trip. It was a no brainer, so we hit the road – again.
With the Tetons shrouded in rain clouds we didn’t stop much for pictures. We kept on to our destination and made sure we could find the trailhead prior to setting up camp. The campground was starting to fill up, but we were able to find a few suitable trees and set up shop.
With camp set up Blake went to work on the nearby river and happily reported eight fish brought to hand, including a few whitefish, which we had yet to see this trip. This was our last night we would camp and according to the host, it was sure to be the coldest. With that in mind I set out to collect what meager kindling I could find. The host wished me luck and mentioned that she had collected everything in the area. She wasn’t lying either as this campground looked like a manicured garden – no deadwood in sight. Still I found enough to get a fire started (Blake had done a great job of this every other night) and purchased a bundle of firewood from her so that we could sustain it. The next day would be our last hurrah in Wyoming and I’ve got to be honest, I was looking forward to a shower and a bed that next night.