Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Two weekends ago I went to central Idaho for the weekend and spent some time fishing one of Idaho's gems - a small 'unnamed' mountain stream. After enduring a few thunderstorms, my father and I caught a few beautiful 10 inch cutthroats with vibrant colors. We also ran into a few steelhead smolt. The highlight of the trip was when I hooked into a 24+ inch trout in a deep hole amidst the dense pine-covered stream. We fought for about 20 minutes when after about a 30 yard run downstream in fast, brushy water, my line snapped. Thrill and dissappointment - everything a fly fisherman lives for and everything that keeps me going back for more every chance I get.
Posted by Mark Petersen at 12:11 PM