Yellowstone Fly Fishing

Its that time of year where we dust off the bear spray, pack the fishing gear just so we can hike off into the heart of bear country looking for the elusive Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout. Wednesday night found us packing the gear and heading off late for Montana. After a quick bit to eat at Yack in the Box in Pocatello we were back on the road, boy oh boy did we have a few stomachs turning after that! I guess us Utah Boys were a little under dressed when we pulled into Hebgen Lake, the temps were down to 34⁰. Kory, Richard, Little Rich and I were all in tee shirts and shorts. We found out the hard way that you never take a tent that was just used at a Girls Camp, it was on the moldy side…nice and nappy!

Hebgen Lake @ 1am

The next morning found us at Mickey D’s for breakfast and snooping around few fly shops for information. Unless your whiling to shell out big buck your not going to get jack diddly from them. Having spent the past 7 years up there we know where to go and not to go...for the most part. We did hit a new area, part of that river produced some nice cuts, the upper part was not worth the time baking in the sun.
Black Bear

That morning heading into Yellowstone we spotted three bears, one of which gave a ranger major Ulcer. Boy are people dumb, I mean REALLY DUMB!!! I guess some people look at the park as a petting zoo. As we drove around a bend in the road you could see a new dusting of snow on the peaks way off in the distance. OK, enough about all that. Let’s get to the fishing.

Big Ol Yellowstone Cut
Ladd - Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout
Little Rich - Yellowstone cut
Little Rich, Ladd and Big Rich
Ladd - Yellowstone cut
Richard Fly Fishing
Richard - Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout
Wildman - Out on a Limb
Ladd (Kory in the back Ground) - Yellowstone cut
Richard fishing in Yellowstone Park
My first double hook up
Ladd - Fishing the back country

Little Rich and Me packing up the gear for the last time

Our last day in the park was almost a bust, we hiked our butts off to find some large meadows that held no fish. We turned tail and headed off in another direction to fish a river we hit earlier in the week. The last few photos are from that river. By the time we left the park and pulled back into Cache Valley it was 1:20am Sunday morning. I would like to give thanks to the Sprague's and Kory Wilde for the great out.

Mule Deer Buck - Yellowstone