Although this place can be crowded when the fish are in thick, Luke and I were mostly alone in an unbelievable setting. The few people who did pass through did not stay long as they had little luck and were convinced that fish right out of the lake, charging each other, andjockeying for position over spawning beds would not eat a fly. We assured them that this was an astute observation and indeed true as they continued on down the path.
Fishing was slow, extremely tricky, and frustrating but we managed a handful of takes over 2 days between the two of us on streamers and eggy stuff bounced along the bottom through pods of fighting fish over redds. The last fish landed was 23”, largest brown of the year so far.
Possibly, in a few short weeks they’ll be settled down, mellowed out, and just maybe…get real hungry. We will not be camping again however, the flyvest thermometer was bottomed out at 20 degrees until 9am (no night fishing) and its only gettin colder.