Lakes can be fun too!

 Sometimes you have to pinch yourself, if that doesn't work you roll the window down and slap your self across the face! Life can be so good! 

 McGuin and I were catching these fish on Hoppers and Streamers.

 This lake can be very tricky. Some days (most days) you get Skunked. But when its on its on. We both caught 3 fish all over 20".

 The stuff of dreams. Might of caught a few more had it not been for early hook set... When you sight cast to these guys it can make a grown man tremble!

 This guy took a Hopper. 5lbs. at least and 23-24"

 The fight.

If you haven't rolled the window down lately and slapped yourself please do. Life can be so good...

Chris Giles

Lyman Wyoming and Adventures in the Wild

We took the T-rex and drove the 6 miles to dinner in the new street legal T-rex.

 We make an annual pilgrimage to Lyman Wyoming every 24th of July for a family reunion with Ashley's folks. The proud Platte family hails from the Bridger Valley and its great to re-connect with the kin every year. 

 

 We always stay at the Gateway Inn. I picked up the USA vs Japan rugby match on my big screen. What a game! Took in the All-Blacks vs South Africa the next morning with Garreth. Another great game. USA and New Zealand were the victors. 

 Ash and her sister "Tia" at the parade. 

 Talk about a blind squirrel finding a nut... They throw candy off the floats... The older kids catch the candy before it hits the ground but this sucker happened to roll right into his foot. He gladly picked it up and danced around with joy.

 After Friday night we went to explore on the T-rex and have a camp out. Man it was fun.

 Dalt and I have camped on this very ridge and explored most of this drainage. We went WAYYYYY up this time in the T-rex and linked some roads I have never been on. 

 Rocco and Dylan.

 Ash and I with Rocco on the camera!

 Camp right on the river.

 I hooked a couple nice trout on a hopper but only landed Whiities on the dropper. Alas the curse continues. #wishihadmynet

 

Rolling around in the mud, blood and the beer...

 Liv swiped my chair.

 Camp.

 It's another WHITTY!!!!

Enjoy a few shots...

Thanks,

Chris Giles

To Once A Great Trout Float

Once Darby was ours I dreamed of days floating rivers not only with Ash and the kids but with friends and family. This particular weekend was family. My Dad, Brother and I set out to float the A, B and C sections of the Green River. It was trip full of highlights and good times and the fishing was very good.

Darby waits as Pat runs the car up the hill to the parking lot. We pulled into town (Dutch John) and drove down to Little Hole to reserve a campsite on the B section. Good thing we did as all that was left was Red Creek 1 and I was excited because that's my favorite spot for wading...

No cell service. No worries. Just focused on catching fish and talking.

Dad ties a new fly on. Red Copper John hit the spot the first day.

Pat and I

First Brown!

Dad was on fire! he had 6 fish in the boat before Pat and I had our first...

One of Dad's Browns.

We were passing the B section boat ramp and there must have been 50 dudes at the boat ramp finishing up their day. I had the feeling that fishing had been slow for the guides and my Dad hooks a fish right in front of them all.... They all start bumping elbows saying "check it out, he has a fish". We fought the fish down stream and I suggested maybe it was a Whitty. He yelled out "It's a Whitty" and everybody calmed down at the boat ramp. Turns out it was another Brown! 

Pat battles a nice Brown!

Said Brown. What a shot!

Dad on another big one... Dad must be living right!

Pat saying hi as he is balls deep in a perfect river.

Pat on another fish!

Pat's Rainbow. The only Rainbow of the trip. Brown's were thick with Whitty's dominating the C section.

Camp that night!

New York steaks, baked beans, ranch rolls and corn on the Cobb.

Dinner

Pat on the C section with a Brown

The scenery.

Selfie on the C section.

Going into Swallow Canyon.

Dad and I

Big Brown

Non stop

A shot from the B section with this big Brown

Packing up camp at Red Creek.

Pat on the oars. Dad and Pat both did really good steering the boat down the C section.

The last night we drove out from Swallow Canyon and stayed at Flaming Gorge Resort. Taking a shower and having a stove really hit the spot. Trips like these are timeless and never forgotten. Had the feeling Grandpa Giles was floating with us. 

Thanks,

Chris Giles