It was an unhurried summer day spent soaking up the summer sun, lazing in the shade of tall pines and futilely casting flies to big cutt-bows. Futile doesn't begin to describe the fishing, much the way big doesn't adequately convey the size of the trout.
There are days that require little more of fishermen than simply showing up, this wasn't one of them. There are days that require little more of trout than simply fueling a fisherman's dreams, this was one of them. Not a trout was touched, yet the fisherman was thankful for much.
|A large cutthroat/rainbow trout hybrid provides a taunting glimpse.|