For some reason I can’t get this to embed. Oh well, follow the link for an interactive map of trout streams and public land in Georgia, courtesy of the Georgia DNR Wildlife Resources Division
It took a while to go to sleep the night before, thanks to the noisy neighbors, but once I fell asleep I was out. It was the only night we would be sleeping above 10,000 ft and I feared it would be the coldest night of the trip, but it wasn’t, it was actually quite mild and I was very comfortable. I needed a good night’s sleep too as we prepared to hike in about three miles to the lake we wanted to fish. This time we would be targeting arctic grayling, another new species to us.
We planned to fish Marjorie Lake, a lake that according to Utah DWR was last stocked in 1952 with grayling, so the population has been naturally sustaining itself ever since. I don’t think grayling were ever native so Utah, so I’d say that was as close as we were going to come to a natural population – at least on this trip. Here’s more from Utah DWR about fishing for grayling in the Uintas:
The hike in from the Crystal Lake trailhead was relatively flat, there is one mountain you have to skirt around, but the grade is not killer. The hike takes you past several ponds, open meadows full of wildflowers, a few creeks, and it has great views of some of the nearby mountain peaks, like Mt. Watson for one.
About two miles in we ran into some local wildlife, a herd of cattle. It’s kind of amazing to see them at such a high elevation. They had a bull with them who was keeping watch, thankfully he wasn’t aggressive and we were able to navigate around them.
I had some time to think during the hike and I was a little nervous that when we’d arrive at the lake we’d find that it was just like the lakes we fished yesterday and action was going to very minimal – I didn’t know what to expect having never been there. The good thing was that there are several other nearby lakes so we had options should one not work out.
The lake was so beautiful at first sight that any kind of mild apprehension I had of how the day would go vanished, because even if the fishing sucked, at least the scenery didn’t.
When we got alongside the lake we noticed several rising fish just at the edge of our casting distance. There wasn’t any discernible bug coming off the water so I tied on a Griffith’s gnat and hoped for the best.
After a few misses I was finally able to get one on the line. They have very quick takes and you really have to be ready to lift the rod when they eat. I also suspect we were around a lot of small fish and they were just a bit harder to hook. Catching them was just a matter of casting to a rise ring and waiting for the eat. If you could get it in the ring shortly after you saw one then chances were good it was still in the area and would find your fly. Thankfully the fishing here would not suck!
We started making our way around the lake, looking for bigger fish. Fish were rising all around the lake so it wasn’t like we were leaving fish to find fish.
I didn’t have to go too far to find the big fish on the day. I made it to a point that was surrounded by deeper water and cast to a rise out in the deeper water and was rewarded with a good eat from a solid fish. With the water being a bit deeper any fish with size put a bend in the glass rod and this one was giving me some solid runs.
I don’t know what his size was, I just know he was the biggest on the day, and he was bigger than I anticipated we’d run into. I caught a few more fish off that point before I caught back up to Blake.
When I did catch up to Blake he was catching some nice fish from some old tree trunks sticking up out of the water. Someone came up here and sawed them off years ago and now they made for great casting platforms.
After catching several grayling we decided to make a move to another nearby lake that I read had a population of cutthroat in it.
I had read some good reports from Long Pond so we decided to check it out. The name is pretty self explanatory, it’s a long pond that is part of the outflow to Long Lake. There were not nearly as many fish rising here, but we managed to catch a few.
They just weren’t cutthroat, they were brookies. It was still a pretty place to fish though.
As we were fishing Long Pond the clouds began to grow, thunder started to roll, and our once bluebird day turned into one that looked pretty ominous. Rain started to fall and that even turned into hail at one point so we decided that we should probably hike out. We caught our grayling, we were currently only catching brookies, and we still had a slam to complete so it was time to move on.
Thankfully, we got back to the trailhead without getting soaked. The rain was fairly light and patchy, but the clouds were still dark and foreboding, so we drove on down the mountain to go find the last campsite we’d need on our trip. We were on the home stretch, just needed to catch a Bonneville cutthroat to finish out the slam.
With it being Sunday afternoon finding a campsite was a breeze and after setting up our hammocks we headed to a Weber River trib right off the highway to try and complete the slam. It looked fantastic from the road and I think we both thought finishing the slam today wouldn’t be much of a problem.
I should have known that if the only fish to attack my fly in a good pool was some kind of shiner that we’d be in for a tough afternoon.
We covered a lot of ground, fished a lot of good looking water, there just wasn’t many fish. I have no idea why they weren’t there, the water was a bit on the warm side, that might of had something to do with it. Blake was finally able to catch one small cutthroat and with that he had completed his slam! The pressure was off now for him so it was now up to me to catch one.
I never caught one though. It was a bummer, but we still had tomorrow. It would be our last day to fish, so I had to complete the slam then. We headed back to the campsite, got a fire going (with wood someone had graciously left behind), ate dinner, then called it an early night. This time there weren’t any neighbors around to keep us up.
We were three days into our trip and we had already caught three of the four cutthroat species we needed to complete the slam. With three days left on our trip, things were looking pretty favorable for us to achieve our goal. A longer trip had given us some wiggle room in case something were to go awry, but so far things were going pretty good, so instead of moving on to the Bonneville cutthroat on day 4 we planned on taking our time and fish another Green River trib, and then fish a few High Uintas lakes before we’d complete the slam on a Provo River trib. That was the plan, anyway.
On both the Wyoming and the Utah cutt slam trips Blake and I used the ENO OneLink system. Making the decision to go the hammock camping route was an easy one when you’re planning for a trip like this. The system packs very small, it’s easy to set up and break down, and it’s quite comfortable; especially after a day or two when your body adjusts to sleeping in a hammock after normally sleeping on a mattress. After a long day of fishing it’s usually not a problem to fall asleep anyway.
While planning out this trip I read through a lot of old fishing reports online from various fisheries around northern Utah that were potential places for us to come fish on our trip. One report from the stream we were about to head to really stood out among the others and I knew that when we made it out to Utah we had to come fish it.
Similar to what I mentioned yesterday, there is something about a high alpine meadow stream that really resonates with me. We parked the car and took one step out of the vehicle to take in the view and then proceeded to get rigged up as quickly as possible to get down to the stream. This was going to be a larger stream than the one yesterday, so I was hoping that also meant a few larger cutthroat would be thrown in as well.
Blake started the day off with a small cutthroat on a chubby chernobyl, but the cutthroat proved to be few and far between. The consistent action early on was from the brook trout. The first time we had seen them so far this trip, but they were all over this stream.
As we made our way further upstream the brook trout action started turning into whitefish action, I had no idea they were in this stream, but I landed a few good ones and one in particular gave me a nice fight. It was enough for me to get a picture with him. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure and I wasn’t sore on catching whitefish.
Eventually each of us did end up catching a decent sized cutthroat so it wasn’t all brookies and whitefish. I think had we gone a little further up the road and fished the stream farther upstream, closer to the mountains in the background, we would have probably done better on the cutthroat, but I still had a blast catching whitefish and brookies. The action here wasn’t as consistent as the small stream we fished the day before, but it was still steady and no matter the species that is all you can ask for when you go out fishing.
When it got to be lunch time we decided to make our way back to the vehicle. The walk back was a bit further than we had expected – we covered a lot of ground on this stream. Around every bend was another hole, run, or riffle that looked too good to pass up. It was an awesome fishery, a beautiful stream, and I couldn’t help but crack open a beer and snap a few more pics.
It was a good spot for a sandwich as well and after we had lunch we made our way westward on the North Slope Rd. We passed over the Elizabeth Ridge and into the Bear River watershed. The dirt road finally ended at Mirror Lake Hwy and then we headed south and up in elevation. Our goal was to try and camp as close as we could to the trailhead we wanted to park at and hike from the next morning and I honestly thought it would be pretty impossible to get a campsite on a weekend night during summer, but I guess since we were there around lunch time we were able to beat folks coming up from Salt Lake City.
After we got set up I had a few lakes picked out where I thought we could catch another new species to us, the tiger trout. The tiger trout is a hybrid between a brown and a brook trout and they are known for their big appetites. They can be found in the wild, but here they are more commonly caught after being stocked by the Utah DWR. We set out from the campground and, with the help of my Garmin GPS, navigated our way through the woods a couple miles to a lake that I had been told was a good one for tigers.
It was a beautiful lake, no doubt about that, but there really wasn’t much fish activity going on around the lake. I don’t remember if I even saw a trout rise there. Blake had a swipe at his dry once that I recall, but that was the only action we saw. We moved on to another lake.
The next lake looked worse. It was still very pretty, but the beaver activity here was massive, mounds and dams in lots of places. It looked like they had even managed to raise the lake level, submerging stands of pine trees in the process. Those submerged pines put tannins in the water and really threw off the water clarity. It looked like a cypress swamp you’d see on the Florida panhandle. That lake was a complete bust, thankfully it was not out of the way from where we were headed, which was back by the campground.
We stopped at the lake by the campground and tried our luck just to see what was in there. There were fish rising, so we knew it wasn’t dead, but there were also lots of other folks fishing, the lake was well worn around it’s edges.
I took off my streamer and changed to a dry-dropper that had a small dry with an CDC emerger pattern hung off the back. Not too long after changing I was able to spot a rise and put a cast in the middle of the ring, a few seconds later I was rewarded with a fish. It had swiped at the dry and I ended up hooking him with the emerger. Foul hooked fish always put up a great fight. It was a tiger trout, but I felt a little dirty catching him like that.
I went back to fishing and was able to repeat the process shortly after, only this time the fish was actually properly hooked. He took the emerger and after bringing him in I felt a little bit better about my tiger catch this time around.
Tigers are pretty cool looking fish, even if this one was propagated in a lab at some fish hatchery, they still have pretty fantastic patterns. I was happy to be able to add another species to the life list. I’m not keeping a tally anywhere, I just like to catch anything that swims.
We’ve had pretty good luck throughout both Wyoming and Utah finding quiet campgrounds with respectable neighbors, so much so that I guess I overlooked picking one right off the main highway. Our luck had finally run out here at Lily Lake. We had some real winners on both sides of us. It probably didn’t help the way our site was situated, we were on a hill, with all the other campsites in a loop below us – we could hear everyone’s conversations, it was terrible. While setting up camp at lunch we had some real dude-bro talk in the site next to ours. No big deal, I’ve overhead idiots talk before, but the mouth on this one cat was a bit much considering he had a kid with him. This may have been his dad, but I couldn’t figure that part out. I’m hoping he was just an idiot brother.
Potty mouth dude-bro wasn’t the worst though. As it is getting dark (which out there happens after 9pm) and things were starting to calm down around the campground, people were turning in and calling it a night and we were looking to do the same. It wasn’t happening though thanks to the neighbors on the other side of use. I like to think I’m a pretty open minded guy, but the conversation they were holding was beyond distasteful. I should have never been subjected to hear what Grady, Cara, and Jeremy were discussing around the campfire. They had all hit the sauce pretty hard and did a great job projecting so everyone around could hear them go into a number of backstories. For your entertainment I’ll rattle off a few. See Grady has certain sexual preferences and his girlfriend Cara, whom they share 5 kids together, likely not all from the same parents, is not exactly as adventurous as he was and he was upset that she wasn’t into the same sick shit he was into. Meanwhile Jeremy’s wife had cheated on him and they had split up and Grady and Cara were trying to convince Jeremy that he was still hurting emotionally, while Jeremy was adamant that he was really alright and he had the laundry list of one night stands to prove it. That’s just a small snippet of the crap we were subjected to for at least 4 hours. I guess we’re just too polite, I’m sure someone with less couth would have just gone down there and set them straight. However I wasn’t interjecting myself into some drunken love triangle while I’m in the middle of nowhere.
Upon arrival I thought the campground hosts were pretty awesome, but I guess they were a little too much like the “cool parents” in high school and just let the whole quiet hours after 10pm thing slide. Never again am I camping at a campground off the Mirror Lake Highway, or Utah’s Redneck Riviera as my buddy Eric put it. Hopefully we’d have better luck tomorrow after our hike in to more High Uintas lakes.
Don’t mind if i do – see you in July Beehive State.
On day two of our trip we set out to fish an old favorite blueline. It is one of those rare creeks that has all three wild trout species in North Georgia, so catching a slam was a possibility. We’d have to cover a good bit of water though to do it and to do that you’ve got to hike a good bit on the trail.
Much like the creek at the cabin, the water here was low and clear as well. The action wasn’t as hot and heavy as at the previous small stream, but I found it fished pretty well with an oversized stimulator. These wild trout are very opportunistic and won’t pass up a big meal.
Tree cover on these small streams has never been a problem in the past, but it won’t be long before it will start to be. Damage from the hemlock woolly adelgid was very telling, I saw a lot more sun shining on the water than I use to, those big hemlocks won’t last long without some help.
As we moved up the creek we started gaining elevation, the water plunged over a series of falls and we quickly transitioned from rainbow trout water to brook trout territory. I caught a brookie that had been washed down below the barrier, soon after that they were the dominant species.
The big pools that normally produce multiple(or bigger) fish were mostly a bust, but I did find one pool that yielded three brookies for me and the biggest on the day. These little natives are a fun fight on lightweight glass rods.
We hiked out from there and headed on into town to quench our thirst and meet my parents. No brown trout were caught on the day, so the slam was a bust. In fact I don’t think a brown trout was caught at the cabin either, which is pretty rare these days.
Blue Ridge is turning into quite a happening little place with three breweries now and multiple fly shops. It’s a great town to head to if you want chase trout and drink beer in North Georgia.