Lancaster Guy's Trip 07

Wyoming Fly Fishing (July 5th-7th)
Day 1. After what seemed to be a very short four hour drive. We reached our final desination (sorry I can't disclose this spot, it can't handle the pressure) We set up the brand new Wall Tent that my father-in-law just purchased. After camp was set up and looking good, I got rigged up to hit the river just feet away. It was a hot sunny day, the yellow sallies were out in good numbers. I caught some smaller fish (10"-12")on a little yellow sally and a PT dropper. As I worked my way up the river I started finding some better water and larger fish.(14"-18") The fly of the trip was a Royal PMX size 4 it was big and bright, bringing those big Cutties to the surface all day. The fishing was very fast I would catch a big Cutt. out of almost every deep hole or beaver pond and sometime multipal fish out of each hole. The high light of day one was when I finally found the perfect hole. I caught fish after fish as I worked my way up the hole. As I reached the top of the hole, I decided I was going to make one last cast for the day. As my big dry fly worked its way down the fast riffle Wham! Big fish on. It fight like a champ and finally came to the shore. It was dark yellow, hog 18" Male Cutthroat and the largest fish ever landed by our group on this high country river. That night many stories were told about the fish we caught and the ones that always get away.
Day 2. After a late night of stories and eating cold ribs at mid-night. The crew was up before the break of dawn. I decided I needed to replenish my fly box a bit with some more big Royal PMX's and some droppers so I spent the early part of the morning on the second half of fly fishing. As the sun came up so did the bugs and fish. Cicadas were every where, buzzing around. There were also PMDs, Sallies, Caddis. I first tried to hook a large fish that I saw the morning before. My first cast with my big rubber leg Wolly Bugger did it job. I hooked the fish but lost it shorly after. Dang!!! After that it was all big dries for the rest of the day. I walked up the river fishing every hole that was deep enough to hold fish. It was an awesome day to be on the river. There were bugs everywhere. Cicadas, Caddis, PMD, Sallies. I probabley walked 4-5 miles of the river looking for big fish. That was the most productive day of fishing that I have ever experienced. I can't even count how many fish I caught. At the end of the day my feet hurt, my back acked and my lawn chair never felt so good.
Day 3. I was the first to wake up before dawn. Excited and yet sad that this was the last few hours we would have to fish. I sped walked to the old trusty hole, that always seemed to produce fish in past trips. I used the big dry-dropper again but the long dropper was the key. (PT) In the 2 hour period I had to fish I landed over 20 fish in that same hole. There weren't any record breakers (mostly 12"-15") but their beauty and fight made up for the size.
This was a memorable trip for our crew we caught more and bigger fish then ever before. Just being in the Wyoming backcountry was worth every bit of the time that we spent. There is nothing better than being with people that I love and sharing coversation and experiences that will last a life time.