We really hammered ’em! – and these photos might suggest that the fish were everywhere. Not so! The weather was very foggy, cold and damp and we fished hard that first afternoon for no fish and one big dose of ice cold water down the back of my waders! Then we hiked for hours on the second morning with only a couple of fish each.
Things were looking pretty grim until we found “The Hole.” As they will do in the winter, these specks were all bunched up in a warm, deep hole and Rod and I caught one on nearly every cast with an occasional big red thrown in as well. Fat, big trout and one of the best trips we ever had!