Most people will never understand why I get up before dawn, in the rain, snow, or summer heat, to stand at water's edge. Whenever I am asked why I do it, my response is..."for the rise."

The Pictures Tell the Story

Posted in High Country, Utah on September 7th, 2011 by kyle

I am sitting here totally stumped on what to write about this trip. I’ve started and then erased a bunch of clever lines. The words are not deserving of these fish and these places. The two spots I was able to fish with good friends for the last four days are so special to me that I really have no words to describe them. I’ll let the pictures do most of the talking. We started out on the Boulder Mountain where we spent two and a half days fishing all over the mountain targeting Brook Trout in some lakes and Cutthroats in others.
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There were a few stand out fish that rewarded us for our hours of standing in one spot stripping dark colored leeches. Matts fish was 20 inches and close to five pounds. A size few Brookies achieve, even on the Boulder.
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We left the mountain elated and headed down to Hatch. Hatch Utah is one of my favorite places on earth. Its where I went as a kid to visit Grandma and Grandpa, its where I caught my first Trout, and where I watched my great uncle fly fish which was the first person i’d ever seen cast a fly rod. I’ve explored miles of the river there and have a good understanding on where the big fish hang out. This trip did not disappoint. Each of us caught several Browns over 20 inches in a small stretch of river. This is truly great Brown Trout fishing and the rainbows seem to be doing well this year too.
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A huge thanks to these guys for the great company, phenomenal photo skills, and many laughs. Can’t wait to get out again with all of you.

From Lake Powell to Boulder Mountain

Posted in High Country on September 27th, 2010 by kyle

I’ll try to make this short and sweet and let the pics do the talking! Be warned, LOTs of Pics. My family has a two week timeshare on a house boat out of Antelope Point Marina. Its always been a great vacation and something we all look forward to. This year was a little different. Our baby is two months old and kept our closest attention the majority of the trip. That was fun because I havent been able to spend too much time with here due to work and school. So the fishing was less than stellar but the family time was good. I think I ended up catching 42 during the week? That included one crappie. 14 inches long!
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Lots of carp and cats.
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Many smallish Smallmouth.
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And a few Strippers and Bluegill.
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As well as lots of family time.
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Lake Powell is a stunningly beautiful place, I look forward to returning soon!
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One day after returning from Powell I met up with Keoni, his Son, and Bill and we headed South to the Mountain! Going from 95 degree temps to below freezing was quite the change but the mountain is beautiful this time of year and so are the fish!
Our first target required a hike. When we got to the trailhead we were met with this.
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We met up with Patrick and Brandon there and then hiked up to the lake and launched into the glassy water in search of Tigers.
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Before long we had all caught powerful big Tiger Trout and the grins were had by all.
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A couple of smaller cutts kept things interesting. Feisty little dudes biting our big tiger lures.
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But it was Patrick with big fish honors! He landed this 24 inch estimated 6 pound Tiger with style! It was unreal when he netted it. Looked like a big carp in the net!
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Man, hard to top that. We headed down the Mountain and fished a lake a few miles lower. It was really pretty but super weedy and Brandon was the only one to catch a fish there. A small Brookie.
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After that the two Southern Utah guys headed for another part of the Mountain and we went in search of Grayling. After several fly changes I was able to get three on a funky looking tinsel wrapped stimulator. Grayling are so colorful in the water and fight way bigger than they are. I really like fishing for them.
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It was the end of an amazing day on the Mountain. We headed for the group camp after this. It was about 15 minutes to dark and Orvis and his gang were there. We compared notes from the day and then took off. We were going to spend the night in Fremont and fish on Fish Lake Mountain the next day and wanted to cut about 40 mins off the drive. We stayed with Bill’s fam there and arose early the next morning.
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We fished the creek and got lost looking for a pond. When we got home we found out we were less than 150 yards from the pond but in trees over 100 feet tall it was impossible to find. Next trip I know right where to go. We managed to find a few Brookies though. Can you see this one??
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Heres what he looked like out of the water.
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It was a very memorable trip. Some of the best company in the world in one of the prettiest places in my opinion. Wish we could have hooked up with everybody but we kind of played it by ear. I hope you guys all had an awesome trip also! We’ll get a few more in before it freezes up.

Fall Comes Early

Posted in High Country on September 6th, 2010 by kyle

Its been an amazing summer. Michelle and I have been so lucky to bring our little Kaylie into the world. Fishing has been awesome and I have gone head first into the fly fishing game. Time is flying by, July and August were like a flash.

Its September now. I love the Fall, crisp air fills your lungs and the fish change colors with the leaves. Saturday I spent the day with good friend Dave and we did a marathon day trip. He picked me up at 3:00 am and we were off.

Our first target looked awesome in the morning light.
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We quickly pumped up the tubes and launched in the glassy water.
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At 10,800 feet, this lake can experience winterkill. The ice gets too thick in the six months of winter and the oxygen levels drop suffocating the fish. We were hopeful that the mild winter would give us some hope for some holdover fish. We fished for a half hour with a few takes but no fish to hand. I worked in closer to shore and slowed the approach down. I went tight to a fish that had some shoulders. He darted side to side and took some line before coming to the boat.
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Brook trout are not native to Utah but they do well in our waters. This one was 17 inches long and healthy. Fall is when they spawn and he was getting ready with the dark back and bright red belly.
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Dave hooked up with two fish just after that. We knew we had lots more fishing to do so we left and hiked a half mile to another lake. It had succumbed to major winterkill and we didnt waste too much time there.
On to the third lake in this series. At 27 feet deep and with rising fish we were hopeful. Right away we were into fish. There was some remnant of spawning colors on these Colorado Cutthroats.
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Not the biggest Cutts on the mountain but feisty and hungry.
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After about 30 of these we headed back to the vehicle. Our final destination was a lake with Grayling in it. At 11,200 feet, and shallow, it would seem nothing could over winter there. But Grayling are survivors, able to take extremely low oxygen levels and make up for long winters by feeding voraciously for a few months each year. When we got there it didnt seem like the kind of place that would hold nice fish. We rigged the fly rods and headed to the lake. After just a few minutes there I saw a fish top. I was ready, rigged with a large Elk Hair Caddis as an attractor fly and a small mosquito trailing, I made the cast. I watched and waited as the two flies bounced on the waters surface. I expected to see a small mouth delicately sip the small trailing dry fly but to my surprise a nice sized Grayling came out of the water and crushed the big Caddis!! I dutifully missed the strike yelling out in excitement. About five minutes later I spotted another riser and this one didnt get away.
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These fish seem plain but the unique sail on their backs is full of iridescent colors.
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I caught a few more before I was too cold to keep fishing.
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These bigger than average Grayling made for a great cap on the day. Fall is getting closer, I will miss summer but look forward to Fall colors both on the leaves and on the fish. Until next time…
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