After a cold night in the hammock, we got up early that morning, packed our stuff and headed on to our next stop. I’m not sure what the actual temp was that night, but it felt like upper 30’s/low 40’s and I was under-dressed for it – it was the coldest night of the trip for me. Lesson learned and the rest of the nights I was fairly comfortable in the hammock. Using a fleece blanket as an insulating layer under the back was a life saver – the 35 degree mummy bag just wasn’t enough.
Our next stop was on a bit bigger water that we hoped would also hold bigger Bonneville cutthroat trout.
It did not take long for me to upgrade my best Bonnie as one slurped a dry right next to the bank.
Unfortunately that was the biggest on the day for me and one of few – not that I didn’t have opportunities, just that most of my fish either came unbuttoned or I pulled the fly right out of there mouth. A much slower hookset was needed on these fish and I guess I was just too excited when I saw the slow eat.
Blake fared much better and even had a local cheering section on top the hill.
He took big fish honors on the day and it was great to both upgrade our Bonneville cutthroat. Size doesn’t matter for the slam, but I had hoped we would each catch an above average version of each species.
Satisfied, we called it quits after lunch and decided to make our way to our next stop where we hoped to catch our second cutthroat species, which is a mouthful to say, the Snake River Finespotted Cutthroat Trout.
The first road we traveled to get to the Snake River Cutts was dicey at best and had us questioning our better judgement in at least one spot, but we made it through and onto a road that was better maintained and more frequented as it took us through the Tri-Basin Divide.
Arriving safely at our destination definitely called for a cold beer and unfortunately when going to restock the ice chest I was a little overzealous, used a bit too much force with a few too many beers and we had our first tragedy of the trip.
If we could make it through the night we would be able to get another ice chest the next afternoon. You live and learn I guess.
We hit the river a bit high up in the watershed with the idea of knocking out the requirement, and the pressure of just catching one, with perhaps a smaller, more eager fish. It worked for me, but not so much for Blake.
A celebratory beer before they got too hot and we kept on further down the road.
We stopped at a run that looked too good to pass up and Blake was able to quickly hook up on a decent fish. Of course his first Snake River cutthroat would best mine, this theme continued throughout the trip – he had a knack for holding his mouth right.
We continued to fish our way to where we planned to camp that night and in doing so picked up a few more small cutts.
We called it a day before it got too dark on us and headed to the campground. Once at the campsite we were greeted by one of the locals who graciously allowed us to set up in an adjacent site. Day two was another success as we were on track to get the slam by catching two different species in two days. We did hope to be able to upgrade our Snake River Cutthroat before the trip was over though. In the morning we planned to head over the pass and fish a Green River trib. for Colorado River Cutts. If we stayed on track we would have an opportunity to catch more Snake River Cutts on the last day of the trip, hopefully bigger ones too.
Mountains to Marsh 