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Sunday afternoon I arrived with the family in Star Valley Wyoming. This is quite possibly the most convenient place for a fly fisherman to reside for a week. I'm sitting at my brother in laws dining room table looking over Palisades Reservoir. Over my left shoulder is the Salt River, over my right shoulder is the Snake and directly behind me is the Grey's. Spilling out Palisades is the South Fork of the Snake, world famous for plentiful fish and huge salmon fly hatch that is just starting to go off.
Sunday I didn't fish. I enjoyed the evening with family I hadn't seen in a while and enjoyed the views of the Bridger National Forest to the East and the lake to the West while planning my attack on the trout that are seemingly in every direction around me. Monday I was up early, paid a visit to the grocery store in Alpine for licenses and swung by Bananas for some flies and other misc. gear and was off to the Little Greys. Man what a treat. Cast after cast, fish after fish...I would fish out one run and move on to another and it was the same thing. Every rock, every riffle, every pool held Snake River Cutts. And there were some surpisingly decent sized fighters in there. For the most part the fish were between 6 and 8 inches but every once now and then an 11"+ fish would take my dry fly and put up a nice fight.
Last night I grabbed my nephew and we drifted the Salt. Fishing was slow but we managed a few to the boat. I had one big fish on for about 5 seconds before it spit the hook. I sure would have like to have seen that fish.
So today I'm off to the Grey's with a camera to photograph some of these beautiful cutts. This evening it's off to the Snake for a whitewater trip before fishing resumes again in the morning.
My nephew's first fish...the river is full of these little cutts.
Moon rising over the Salt River Range
Primtive launch we almost missed as darkness was setting in. Next possible take out was in the lake about 8 miles downstream.
Sunday I didn't fish. I enjoyed the evening with family I hadn't seen in a while and enjoyed the views of the Bridger National Forest to the East and the lake to the West while planning my attack on the trout that are seemingly in every direction around me. Monday I was up early, paid a visit to the grocery store in Alpine for licenses and swung by Bananas for some flies and other misc. gear and was off to the Little Greys. Man what a treat. Cast after cast, fish after fish...I would fish out one run and move on to another and it was the same thing. Every rock, every riffle, every pool held Snake River Cutts. And there were some surpisingly decent sized fighters in there. For the most part the fish were between 6 and 8 inches but every once now and then an 11"+ fish would take my dry fly and put up a nice fight.
Last night I grabbed my nephew and we drifted the Salt. Fishing was slow but we managed a few to the boat. I had one big fish on for about 5 seconds before it spit the hook. I sure would have like to have seen that fish.
So today I'm off to the Grey's with a camera to photograph some of these beautiful cutts. This evening it's off to the Snake for a whitewater trip before fishing resumes again in the morning.
My nephew's first fish...the river is full of these little cutts.
Moon rising over the Salt River Range
Primtive launch we almost missed as darkness was setting in. Next possible take out was in the lake about 8 miles downstream.
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