Well, all went as planned. We left the metropolis of Denver headed North West to a undisclosed camping site High in the Rockies. After finding a camp site early, and part taking in the drink we were headed to the tent by about 9:00 pm. Colorado in the high country can get a little chilly in august (at least when you’ve been in the desert of Denver for a while). Early Saturday morning myself, Josh, Sara and the dog (Bella) packed up camp and left in quite a hurry, bound to not waste the beautiful day. After driving for about 2 hours (including a few minutes fishing close off the side of the road) we had reached our destination, a high country resort that was being fished heavily by tourists. After thinking to myself that I was the only fly fisherman in our vehicle I decided to leave my friends for a few minutes and go explore the inlet. After fly fishing about a 1/4 mile stretch of this small high mountain stream with no hookups, I was beginning to think about calling it skunked. And then it happened. My first hit of the day on a hopper. The fish took my hopper and my dropper. I love to myself, “Damn, that should have been mine.” I continued my search up stream for rising or feeding fish. I came to a riffle flowing out of a plunge pool with a few rising fish. After tying-on a Para Adams and getting in stuck on the branches right above the rising fish, on the first cast! I thought it was hopeless, but I was not really ready to give up. So I tied on a yellow sally, gave it a good cast, I saw the rise, set the hook and zzzziiiiinggg! 20 yards of line was off my reel. I had to run down stream so not to lose the fish in the brush. After working the fish back to my net, which took about 8-10 minutes I realized I had scored Big! It was an 18- 20″ inch Greenback Cutthroat Trout in about 12″ of water. I caught 2 more Greenbacks that day, all Bigger than 12 inches. Wow what a day! After finding my friends and telling them what had just happened they told me of a moose in the woods right above where I was fly fishing. I would have never known it was there if not for my friends. It was a pretty big moose with 2 calves. What a sweet state Colorado is when you can get away from the tourists. Sequoia.