It's that time of year again when we can't decide if we want to chase ducks or trout. Somewhere in my indecision, I missed the peak of the fall colors in Logan Canyon. In the end, we decided to chase both and just take time off work. It's been unseasonably warm this October, the duck hunting has been slow, but Deke has found a couple of birds to bring back.
This is what was left of the colors
Why Cutthroats are called Cutthroats...
I'll have to remember this spot next June. Big stones are fun to fish....
Ummm, yeah, looks like English class was closed as well...
It's been a busy last couple of months and I've had these shots sitting on my desktop. Some shots are from a backpacking trip in the Beartooth Wilderness near Cooke City, Montana. This was my first trip and I can not wait to back. The fishing was out of this world.
The training came full circle for Deke. All of those drills, games, fetching frozen ducks, and boat rides finally came together during the Utah Youth Hunt. Deke made his first retrieve on a Gadwall. Followed by some Mallards and a Pintail. We have a lot to work on, but his basic skills have come into play and most importantly, we're having fun.
Some "fishy" water. The scenery was as gorgeous as this everywhere we went
In the evenings (yes, yes, during The Evening Hatch) fish were stacked up below this inlet. There were two inlets to this lake. One had rainbows stacked up, the other had brookies. They're in the same body of water, but segregated themselves.
So 5 hours after this attack in Cooke City, we rolled into town. The whole town was talking about it and every campground was closed. The attack occurred 3 miles from our trail head. There were 13 of us. We pressed on, made noise, hung food, and slept with Glocks by our pillows.
Two for one special on the Logan River. Rooster threw in his dry and dropper and had these little guys hit both flies at once. A double, the hard way.
Not his first. I was too nervous on his first retrieve that I forgot to grab the camera.
This green head swam and hid from the Deke'r. It took both of us to find this one. Deke put his sniffer to work and found the bush he was hiding in.
Already looking up for birds.... that didn't take long.
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.