With day light savings looming it is getting harder and harder for 9-5 ers' to make it to the Weber or Provo and still have enough time to make it worth it. So we have been opting for local, smaller streams close to home to maximize what little light we have.
Dalt and I parked and slid under a fence where we then dropped 500 vertical feet to the canyon floor. It was a tricky descent with wader boots on and wet mud, but we managed.
It's hard to believe we were wet wading a small stream and throwing hoppers on Nov. 3rd. The fish were few and far between but we manage to catch a few. I remember fishing this stretch in high school and the fish were more plentiful. There was a massive die off a few years ago when a deadly chemical made it into the water somewhere up stream (near the cement plant maybe...) it wiped out a huge population of cut throats. Dalton happened to be out on a walk in the gulley that day and he counted hundreds of dead fish. An article was written and no one was ever held accountable. Since then though the native Bonnie's have made a comeback but the numbers are nowhere they used to be.
Dalton assesses the situation...
Suicide rock getting hit with the sunset.
The girls waiting for me when I got home... You can't beat that welcoming committee!
Thanks for checking in,
Chris Giles
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