Recently I spent two days fishing in North Eastern Wyoming. The fishing was great but it was the scenery that blew me away. The smell of sage reminded me of my childhood adventure in Yellowstone. These memories have inspired me to adventure more. So plan is to head West, towards Yellowstone, on the Beartooth Highway. Back to camping, fishing, and overall enjoyment of life.
The first day of fishing was more of a hike into the canyon. Access was difficult but I managed to rise some fish. I ended up landed a few fish in the lower section of the river, outside the canyon and surrounded by houses. It felt weird, the fishing in city limits and I’m glad that I only caught rainbows and whitefish. What I was after was my first cutthroat trout, and that had to wait.
Day two was up high on top of the mountain on one of the forks to the main river. Here I found cutthroat that were eager to eat anything. The rest of the day was all about hopper/droppers and lots of fish.
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