I HAVE BEEN QUITE REMISS IN GETTING STARTED SO LATE WITH THIS YEARS PAGE. NO EXCUSES, JUST HAVE NOT GOTTEN TO THE TASK.

AS USUAL THIS YEAR WE MADE OUR ANNUAL TRIP TO UTAH'S GREEN RIVER IN MAY,  INCLUDING A BRIEF TWO DAY STOP ON WYOMING'S NORTH PLATTE RIVER BEFORE TRAVELING ON TO THE GREEN. BUT UNLIKE PRIOR YEARS, THIS WAS NOT OUR FIRST TRIP AS WE EXPERIENCED NEVADA'S PYRAMID LAKE IN EARLY MARCH. THIS YEAR ALSO INCLUDES A COUPLE OF TRIPS TO NORTHERN CALIFORNIA FOR SOME LARGEMOUTH BASS FISHING AS WELL AS A NINE DAY TRIP TO WYOMING TO ATTEMPT TO ACHIEVE THE "WYOMING CUTT SLAM."

"THE TROUT DO NOT RISE

IN THE CEMETERY, SO YOU

BETTER DO YOUR FISHING

 WHILE YOU ARE STILL ABLE."

Sparse Grey Hackle 

"THE ANGLER FORGETS MOST OF THE FISH

 HE CATCHES, BUT HE DOES NOT FORGET THE

 STREAMS AND LAKES IN WHICH THEY WERE CAUGHT."

Charles K. Fox

LINKS

BELOW IS A PIECE WRITTEN BY STEVE BERG AFTER HIS OPPORTUNITY TO FISH SILVER KING CREEK IN 2008

The Magic of Angling at Eight Thousand Feet

There is something up here you can’t really define

Surrounded by silence and the sweet scent of pine

Perhaps it’s because very few venture here

Regardless of weather or time of the year

We stumble through sagebrush ‘til the day turns to night

The trout that await us will be there at first light

Nocturnal coyotes bark and howl at the moon

Hear it often enough, you remember the tune

Light rods and small flies on diaphanous tippet

Quarters so tight you can’t cast, but just flip it

The cascading water runs pure, clear and cold

Under moon it shines silver, in the sun, sparkles gold

Some places you visit only once in your life

And the ache to return cuts your heart like a knife

Old Goat

2008