We continued to catch some spooky yet gullible brown trout on whatever we were throwing at them. Key was to keep a low profile so not to spook them and take advantage of the wind blowing up the valley.
Later in the afternoon, Phil still didn't feel to well so we decided to pack-out; we didn't want to chance a medical emergency off the grid
Still, the during the 5 hours in the valley I was still able to catch 60+ brown trout, with the last one being the biggest - who says one more cast doesn't pay off?
|the view from our camp site|
|camp is setup and I am ready to fish!|
|can you see our camp?|
|a side channel that holds nice fish...|
|this little pool was chock full of fish and boiling when we were leaving|
|last fish of the day, he had a nice little kype going|
|on our way out of the canyon|
|still live in the mountains|
|see you soon!|