August 30th brought up another opportunity to go for a hike and do some fishing. After much deliberation and contemplation, my good friend Jesse and I opted to go back up to a series of high mountain lakes that I have posted about previously. So essentially these are more of the same with a slightly different twist. It was a great day and a lot of fun.
The fishing wasn't the best but the day was great. At times we were able to sit and watch 15" to 20" cuts wallowing in the sun and no amount of coaxing and pleading would make the fat little buggers bite. After several hours of failed attempts and trying every fly, lure, bug or trick I finally stumbled upon a winning combination and started to catch fish. My trick? I used a rusty black dry fly with few feathers left with a tiny piece of bright orange surveyor tape strung over the head. Go figure...ya just never know what they are going to bite on until you try.
The fishing wasn't the best but the day was great. At times we were able to sit and watch 15" to 20" cuts wallowing in the sun and no amount of coaxing and pleading would make the fat little buggers bite. After several hours of failed attempts and trying every fly, lure, bug or trick I finally stumbled upon a winning combination and started to catch fish. My trick? I used a rusty black dry fly with few feathers left with a tiny piece of bright orange surveyor tape strung over the head. Go figure...ya just never know what they are going to bite on until you try.
My good friend and long time hunting partner, Jesse exhibiting one of the best ways to thread through the brush. Trails come and go and nature always wins out. A highway of downfall provides a much needed respite from the leg scraping brush.
Check out how clear this water is. A smooth day turns this water into a mirror that not only reflects the world around it...but also provides a looking glass into its depths that can reveal its soul. 
A small mule deer buck that was more worried about getting through the brush than our insignificant presence in his back yard. This isn't a great photo unfortunately, but its one of the few deer I have seen up here. The brush is just too thick and the terrain a bit too rough for casual exploring.
The lake was so smooth that I could probably flip this photo, crop out the actual shot and fool you into thinking the reflection is the actual scene.
Another great day. I did bring out on 18" cutthroat trout that I was unable to save after swallowing the fly. There are a couple more lakes in this region that I hope to get to before being snowed out for the next eight months that make this particular lake look like a fish bowl. It is a great region an one that I hope stays pristine forever.
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