Matt and I decided to head west to Beaver Creek this past weekend in the pursuit of larger trout. We arrive to find ourselves freezing and barely able to tie on our flies. After a struggle to get ourselves moving we scouted out the creek, and by this I mean spook every trout we saw. However, we did see a couple of fish that we bigger than anything we had seen before in the state, which warmed us r
ight up. The trout in this stream seem to blend
perfectly with the green water and even when we saw a fish it always seemed to disappear without even moving more than 6 inches. After a few hours of fishless hiking we decided to head back to the most promising area we had come across. A few minutes later I had hooked into my best inland fish to date. The only t
hing Matt had to say after seeing the fish was "What tippet do you have on there?" Well Matt netting the bow for me saving my from a 5x heartbreak. Oh the pleasures of Limestone!!!
Matt and I decided to head west to Beaver Creek this past weekend in the pursuit of larger trout. We arrive to find ourselves freezing and barely able to tie on our flies. After a struggle to get ourselves moving we scouted out the creek, and by this I mean spook every trout we saw. However, we did see a couple of fish that we bigger than anything we had seen before in the state, which warmed us r
ight up. The trout in this stream seem to blend perfectly with the green water and even when we saw a fish it always seemed to disappear without even moving more than 6 inches. After a few hours of fishless hiking we decided to head back to the most promising area we had come across. A few minutes later I had hooked into my best inland fish to date. The only t
hing Matt had to say after seeing the fish was "What tippet do you have on there?" Well Matt netting the bow for me saving my from a 5x heartbreak. Oh the pleasures of Limestone!!!
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