Headed to Utah to visit kids and take them fishing, move my Mom to a new place, get together with siblings. So with a newly minted annual Utah fishing license in hand (well, on my phone), I faced my first choice as I neared Snowville. Continue on the freeway and fight the Ogden/SLC rush hour traffic, or take a detour to a small creek west of Snowville and see if I could find a Yellowstone cutthroat to start my third Utah Cutthroat slam, then finish the drive when traffic had abated. Duh! Is that even a choice?
An hour and half of scenic backways and gravel roads later, I was at the side of a very small and extremely brushy creek, one of the few in Utah where Yellowstone cutthroat trout are in their native range. The epitome of small creek fishing. Mostly dipping the fly, a couple bow and arrows, lots of tangles in brush. Missed three and had two drop off the fly before I could get the net under them. Finally got one to into the net for a quick pic to start my slam.
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| Yellowstone cutts are so pretty |
Definitely a remote area with tiny streams a normal person would probably never visit unless you needed to find a Yellowstone cutthroat for the Utah Cutthroat slam. Well, I've been back here five times now, not always for the slam. I'll own the fact that I'm probably not normal when it comes to fishing...
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