Woke and fished my brains out....stayed out for hours. One of my goals was to catch the elusive Arctic Grayling.....and I managed several beauties.....as well as cutthroat, rainbows, and even a few of the ever popular mountain whitefish. The section of river I was fishing was virtually pressure free, seldom fished by anyone. I had the place to myself and I was indeed alone in the wild.......it was one of the highlights of my entire trip, and was the experience I’d been most seeking when I left Sterling four weeks ago. Well over 40 fish caught by day’s end......I couldn’t have asked for more.
After trying a few different spots further down stream I headed back down the dusty road to Dillon. I wondered what the place was like in winter....... so I asked the waitress at the Pizza Hut in town some questions. She said it was miserably cold and snowy and that her school had zero snow days. She said her father had to bust through the snow at end of her driveway with a backhoe in order to get out........
She also said that her school football program was one of the best in the state and that on some Friday’s, the players were dismissed around noon for away games that were as far as 4 hours away.....they didn’t stay overnight after the game and often returned home around 3am Saturday morning.
After trying a few different spots further down stream I headed back down the dusty road to Dillon. I wondered what the place was like in winter....... so I asked the waitress at the Pizza Hut in town some questions. She said it was miserably cold and snowy and that her school had zero snow days. She said her father had to bust through the snow at end of her driveway with a backhoe in order to get out........
She also said that her school football program was one of the best in the state and that on some Friday’s, the players were dismissed around noon for away games that were as far as 4 hours away.....they didn’t stay overnight after the game and often returned home around 3am Saturday morning.
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