What does it mean, the "Quest for the Wall?" At the Bear Trail lodge, a rainbow trout over 30-inches in the net lands you fame and fortune....well, really it just lands you a framed photo on the prestigious "Wall of Fame" and a nice little pin commemorating the event. And late fall is prime time to find these monster trout. That's why we are here.
The day dawned with a beatiful sunrise, though throughout most of the day the sun remained hidden.
We piled on the layers of clothing, squeezed into the old truck, and headed upstream to Rapids Camp where the boats were anchored.
Tom and I fished with Gray, Rob and Dad with Kate. Gray was a new guide for us, and we discovered a peculiar habit at the first run -he talked to the fly as he tied it on and it even looked like he was caressing it. Hence his Inuit name for the day - Gray Flytalker. Whatever he said worked as I walked out and hooked a 24-inch rainbow on my second cast.
At the next run we fished (Upper Moose's Butt), Tom hooked into a monster, that took him into his backing. After a lengthy fight, the fish slipped into the net and Tom slipped onto The Wall. It was a 31-inch beast.
Rick and Tom spent the rest of the day searching for more fish with limited success, but Dad and Rob got into a bunch late in the day, none of them wall-worthy. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
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