Western USA Trout Video

Austin (aka Fisherboy) called me to fill me in on some Landlocked Salmon spots in New Hampshire and during the conversation I mentioned that I had to go out west for some work related stuff. He said, “Are you gonna get to fly fish?” I responded, “I hope so.” He then started talking about his upcoming spring break and I asked when it was. He told me that it was in 2 weeks. I said, “That is when I am going out west.” I asked if he had ever fly fished out west, knowing full well he hadn’t. He said, “No, I would love to though.” I said, “Let me talk to your mom.” Through the years my family and Austin’s family have become good friends. Austin’s sister baby sits my son, Austin works for me during the summer and we fly fish together a lot. Through the years, all of my fly fishing buddies have also kind of taken Austin under their wing and helped him to fly fish for everything from steelhead to albies. Anyway, Austin’s mom thought it would be a great experience for Austin and I did too. So, I called Jason who lives in Salt Lake city and Kray who lives in Wyoming. I told them where I had to be for work stuff and they put together a bunch of rivers and spots for us to fly fish. We flew into Salt Lake city Utah and stayed at Jason’s house. Jason drew us a pirates map with his honey holes and Dusty (lunchbox) at the Trout Bum fly shop hooked us up with some Baetis, Flashback Pheasentails, San Juan Worms, Sow Bugs, Scuds and Barrs Emerger’s. The best part for me was seeing Austin absorb the mountains, rivers and fisheries out west. He was, as always, so appreciative to have the opportunity to be where he was. On our first day, both of us had a little bit of a tough time getting dialed into the trout. There was no lack of trout, just a lack of hook-ups for us. We wanted to believe that the tactics and flies that work so well for us back east, would perform equally well out west. We tied on big (size 16) copper johns and prince nymphs, zippo. We tied on our go to Olive Wooly Buggers and sinking line and swung them through the heads and tails of every pool, zippo. Then, I remember what my father always said to me, “When all else fails, read the directions.” Jason, Kray and Dusty gave us the recipe’s and told us that if the fish were not rising than we should be nymphing with small stuff. So, I re-rigged and tied on a size 22 Barrs Emerger. Bingo! We were hooking up left and right. I was seriously amazed to think that such a tiny fly could produce such big results and big fish. We worked our way through Utah and Wyoming and fished some of the most amazing waters I have ever fished. Austin was in awe with not only the fly fishing and the rivers but also the variety of terrain and wildlife. I was equally amazed. Then, it got better. Around 2 pm every day some of the best Blue Winged Olive hatches I have ever seen would come off. Wild Rainbows, Cuts and Browns would seem to appear out of nowhere and feed on the surface. These trout were not easily tricked. Perfect presentation, stealth, long leaders, and small dry flies were in order. Many times we would each pick a fish and spend hours casting to that fish, with nothing to show but refusals. But, then when the drift and the presentation and the timing all came together one of us would trick one of these wary trout feeding on top and all hell would break loose. These fish were red hot and they were not happy when one of their tasty snacks was laced with a sharp hook. Austin and I both caught countless beautiful trout on nymphs, streamers and dry flies. It was a trip that I will remember for a long time and I know Austin will too. A big thank you goes out to Kray and Jason and Dusty, for sharing some of their spots and fly selections with us. Without that knowledge, I am certain that it would have been a less memorable trip. Your welcome in Maine anytime, and Austin and I will gladly return the favor.