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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Browns, Browns, Browns and More Browns!

I left work at 3pm and headed straight for the Provo. I always have my fishing gear in the back of the Jeep so I don't waste any unnecessary time. It stinks, but the smell of wet waders and boots is just a small price to pay to play longer. Plus its a Jeep...its supposed to look and smell like the mountains...Right! As I reached my location for the evening fishing I was instantly surprised to find I had the river to myself. (The payoff for fishing weekdays, Tues) I put my wader on over my work pants and my coat over my collared shirt. As I reached the battle ground, my eyes were wondering for the first sign of active fish. I spotted my first run and it seemed very fishy. After a tree, I instantly was hooked up with a scrappy Brown, that gave me more than Rocky.

That fish must of been a sign of good things to come...because my next two casts produced great strikes and on the third I hooked up with one of the meanest looking male Browns I have landed all year.

I decided to switch spots and give the fish in that run a chance to regroup. I decided to fish a run that I knew should produce, but didn't the last time out. This time I was going to be smarter. I got on the right side of the stream where I could make a good long cast and have the my flies dead drift over about 50 feet of water. The run went from 2-3 feet riffles to a gradually ledge that put the big fish deep enough to stay out of harms way. After a couple fish. I was able to dial them into the ledge that was very promising for a big fish.

My next cast I put my flies in the prefect spot and just like clockwork, as my flies cleared the ledge, my indicator shot down and I was hooked up with a fish that leaped out of the water. At the time I didn't realized its size, but as it hunkered down in the deep run, I knew I was in for a fight. After 5 strong runs and a sore forearm I was able to get the magnificent Brown in hand. It had all the characteristics of a wise large Brown. Its coloration was amazing, it was unlike many Browns I have scene. It had big dark spot on its back, followed by blue/red spots, and a distinct bluish-gold body. It was the fish I have been after and a true prise for any fishermen. A quick measurement put the Brown at 22 1/2 inches.

After a fish like that I could have been skunked and I wouldn't of cared...But it turned out almost to good to be true. In the next 3 casts I hooked up and landed 3 Browns that would all break the 18 inch mark...

By this time I almost felt I had had may share, but one last cast into the dark night produced once again a Brown in the 19 inch class. It was an incredible night and one that I will some not forget. Man am I a lucky man to have such an amazing river only 15 mins form my door step.

Tribute To The Dean of the Green Denny Breer

The world has lost one of its best, but Denny will still be here...I was saddened to read the news that Denny Breer had pasted away in an accident...I though this can't be true??? I just spoke with him the Friday before his passing. As the reality set in a deep feeling of sadness filled my body...Denny was more than a friend to me and anyone else he was around. He was one of my Fly Fishing Hero's! Every time I visited the Green River I made it a priority to stop by the shop and talk to Denny and Emmit. I loved to soak in the knowledge that they had obtained over their lifetimes. They were best friends and the two most respected men on the Green. Denny has been a constant leader in the conservation of the river he loved dear. He went out of his way to help the rivers future and in doing so has made it one of the best rivers in the World. Denny was truly a remarkable man and fishermen. His influence and impact that he has made over his lifetime is truly remarkable. Denny will live on, in each and everyone that he has touched...I am going to miss you friend...I'll catch that big one for ya!!!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Chris, Travis and Not Dane...

Almost a year ago a group of co-workers took a trip into the Mtns in search of catching a trout for the first time on a fly rod. That day turned out to be a complete success with 50+ trout coming to hand. This Saturday morning a similar outing was designed but, with the intent of refining our skills and taking our fishing levels to new heights. Everything was going as planned, but, just as luck would have it Dane was no where to be scene at 8am. So Chris and I headed up to a section of river that was a sure bet and a spot to raise our confidence. The fish were running strong and the catch rate was off the charts. (I have never scene them that thick) We only fished from 9 am- 12:30pm, but that was enough we must have caught and released over 30-40 fish and quick released that many. It was a fun morning and time well spent and remembered. Too bad Dane, too bad... Did I mention it was the perfect fishing day. 50+ degrees, no wind and sunny on Nov 8th while we were fishing in the sun, others were Skiing at Snowbird only 45 mins away. I love the diversity of Utah.