I hate to say it because it has been said so many times before, but trout really do live in beautiful places. I'm not sure who coined the phrase and I'm not even sure who coined the phrase "coin a phrase", trout in our neck of the woods have quite the view. Fall is starting to show it's color palette in Logan Canyon. To Ricardo and I, that just means the trout are starting to feed more aggressively as the waters start to cool. It also means the waterfowl season is just around the corner.... but that's for another post. We stayed close to home, took in the vistas, and caught a few fish. The power went out at 5am and the Top of Utah Marathon had main street busy. It was nice to head up the canyon knowing we'd be leaving those problems behind.
So this fish fell for a fly that I threw together last night. I literally made up it as I went. Sweets doubted its effectiveness, this is my proof, it was effective. In fact, before losing it on a rock, it brought 3 fish to hand. Ha, doubters....
Someone said "Dude, you should start a blog with all of your adventures...."... "a what?" Welcome to The Evening Hatch. I know you won't have as much fun reading it as we do living it, but we hope you like it.
The Peep Hatch: Sweets: I met Sweets in 2006. Our second date found us standing in the Logan River casting to little cutts. Done... I knew I loved her. I have never seen anyone take to the sport of fly fishing more than Sweets. She is the first on the river and last to breakdown her rod. I've seen her catch fish in 20 degree winter weather on the Green River, take off on her birthday to fish by herself in a snow storm, and humble "flyfisherMEN" on tough waters. She thinks about fly fishing all day. She's the real deal.
Ricardo: At 3 years old he landed his first wild cutt on a fly rod. That was 13 years ago and he has since logged hours fishing in the Yellowstone Volunteer Flyfishing program, landed fish in the Wind Rivers, and shot geese in Canada. I know I’m prejudice, but he has one of the most beautiful casts I’ve seen. I hope his girlfriend likes the outdoors, otherwise, she’ll never see him.
Rooster: I turned him loose on the Gardner River. He was reading water, changing flies, casting, catching, and releasing fish; he was 7. Rooster now hikes the backcountry of Yellowstone with us and catches picky, midging browns on the Green. He’s a score keeper. Get behind in the fish count and he’ll let you know it.
Me: I love to fish in the spring and summer, chase waterfowl in the fall and winter, and write goofy hunting stories. I can’t believe how much I’ve been blessed with such an incredible family and the greatest fishing partners on earth.