Summer, hiking season. Time to head to the high country and a visual drink of mountain scenery. Recently, a couple of hours of steady uphill hiking brought me to the shore of a lovely alpine lake. I'd been here before. It was a check up of sorts, to see how the fish were doing. Like going to a doctor, but hopefully more fun.
There would be a reprieve from the summer biting bugs. The wind blew all day. Just enough to keep the little blood sucking bastards at bay. I never saw a mosquito. The flies didn't have it in them to harass me either. So, the DEET stayed in the pack.
There were a few fish rising when I arrived at the lake. I promptly took a couple on a bead head prince that I twitched back slowly. What the fish think it represents is beyond me. A free swimming caddis with a shiny head perhaps. Regardless, they eat it readily.
Most of the fish appeared to be two year olds. Quite healthy. Fat. Colorful. Scrappy. West slope cutthroats with a bright red ba…
There would be a reprieve from the summer biting bugs. The wind blew all day. Just enough to keep the little blood sucking bastards at bay. I never saw a mosquito. The flies didn't have it in them to harass me either. So, the DEET stayed in the pack.
There were a few fish rising when I arrived at the lake. I promptly took a couple on a bead head prince that I twitched back slowly. What the fish think it represents is beyond me. A free swimming caddis with a shiny head perhaps. Regardless, they eat it readily.
Most of the fish appeared to be two year olds. Quite healthy. Fat. Colorful. Scrappy. West slope cutthroats with a bright red ba…