What month is it? June?
I met up with Bill and his dad, John, Friday afternoon at Bill's place. I had met John at Bill and Emily's wedding last year, and was looking forward to spending a weekend on the water with the Kennedy boys. We loaded up, laughed off Emily's suggestion to be home early on Sunday, and headed out.
After a quick burger at Calamity Jane's, we made it to Mecca. Wonderful evening - we threw the tents up, grabbed a few beers and some conversation, and called it a night.
It rained briefly that evening, but the next morning we woke to sunshine and caddis.
The Kennedy Boys working a nice seam
There were a fair number of anglers out, a lot of guides and clients, however they were mostly in pursuit of steelies. We stuck with the trout rods, and had good success nymphing. Goldens, black stones and CDC prince nymphs all produced consistently.
Bill working the sticks like a madman!
Yours truly netting a nice trout
We moseyed down river, finally making our way to Stangland to set up camp for the evening. Despite heavy river traffic, we only had to share with one other party. We set up camp, grabbed our rods, and moved up river to the top of the island fishing our way back to camp.
John headed down the back eddy below Stangland, while Bill and I fished our way down in front of camp. We witnessed an enormous steelie surface, leaping a solid 2 feet in the air, before crashing down. Truly amazing.
Clouds rolling in Saturday evening
Mr. Kennedy on a nice riffle
Evening descending on the river canyon
We woke Sunday to light clouds, which burned off by 9 AM. We were all shedding layers as the temps crawled into the low 70's, awesome weather by any account, but for the middle of October astounding. Good solid caddis, both size 14/16 as well as the larger october caddis, as well as a cloud of PMD's coming off late morning. As excited as the hatch made us, the trout never keyed in and surface activity remained sparse.
In the pursuit of a redside...
We stopped off and on before the take out at Trout Creek, finally getting off the water around 3 PM. Bill had contractors showing up at his place Monday, and moving furniture at midnight after two days on the water is a terrible way to round out the evening. That being said, I dropped them off and high tailed it out of there before I got roped into working...
Me enjoying the ride
All in all, a great trip.
Thanks guys
scott
I met up with Bill and his dad, John, Friday afternoon at Bill's place. I had met John at Bill and Emily's wedding last year, and was looking forward to spending a weekend on the water with the Kennedy boys. We loaded up, laughed off Emily's suggestion to be home early on Sunday, and headed out.
After a quick burger at Calamity Jane's, we made it to Mecca. Wonderful evening - we threw the tents up, grabbed a few beers and some conversation, and called it a night.
It rained briefly that evening, but the next morning we woke to sunshine and caddis.
The Kennedy Boys working a nice seamThere were a fair number of anglers out, a lot of guides and clients, however they were mostly in pursuit of steelies. We stuck with the trout rods, and had good success nymphing. Goldens, black stones and CDC prince nymphs all produced consistently.
Bill working the sticks like a madman!
Yours truly netting a nice trout
We moseyed down river, finally making our way to Stangland to set up camp for the evening. Despite heavy river traffic, we only had to share with one other party. We set up camp, grabbed our rods, and moved up river to the top of the island fishing our way back to camp.
John headed down the back eddy below Stangland, while Bill and I fished our way down in front of camp. We witnessed an enormous steelie surface, leaping a solid 2 feet in the air, before crashing down. Truly amazing.
Clouds rolling in Saturday evening
Mr. Kennedy on a nice riffle
Evening descending on the river canyon
We woke Sunday to light clouds, which burned off by 9 AM. We were all shedding layers as the temps crawled into the low 70's, awesome weather by any account, but for the middle of October astounding. Good solid caddis, both size 14/16 as well as the larger october caddis, as well as a cloud of PMD's coming off late morning. As excited as the hatch made us, the trout never keyed in and surface activity remained sparse.
In the pursuit of a redside...
We stopped off and on before the take out at Trout Creek, finally getting off the water around 3 PM. Bill had contractors showing up at his place Monday, and moving furniture at midnight after two days on the water is a terrible way to round out the evening. That being said, I dropped them off and high tailed it out of there before I got roped into working...
Me enjoying the ride
All in all, a great trip.
Thanks guys
scott