Monday, May 23, 2011
My optimism for this year's opening day was twofold: runoff was lagging behind schedule, and a friend and I had plans to fish a mysterious little creek in a high elevation mountain valley. The fishery has intrigued me over the years, it's a stream that piques my curiosity more so than any other in Montana. The location is not well known and is shrouded in secrecy. A combination of hearsay and first hand experiences (failures) have taught me that timing is everything on this stream. Time it right and you might catch the biggest cutthroat of your life, mistime it and you'll be left wondering what could have been.
With a week of cool weather preceding this year's opener, we hoped that stream flows would be dropping and clearing, creating ideal fishing conditions. Above all else, we hoped that the creek's phantom cutthroat would be present.
The cutthroat were there, they were big, they were plentiful and they were not pushovers - everything we could have hoped for. Between the two of us we landed just three cutts, but it was enough - the legend lives on.
at 2:37 PM