A few years ago I fished the Gunnison River in Colorado.
There my friend George taught me a fly fishing technique called high sticking. It’s
a technique where you let the line and fly float downstream and then cast
upstream into a hole. Then you raise you rod high and follow the drifting
nymphs downstream, carefully watching your strike indicator.
It’s by far one of the most effective techniques I know, and
so I looked forward to teaching my fishing buddy Bob, when he and Nancy visited
us at Star Valley. I had taught science with Bob for thirty years and for
eighteen of those years we fished walleye tournaments. It was going to be the
first time we had fished together since we had retired and I hoped the fish
would be there.
Loading our picnic baskets, lawn chairs, and coolers we had
enough for the four of us to survive for two or three days. We drove to Alpine
and turned up the Grey’s River Road and soon were at the convergence of the Grey
and the Little Grey rivers.
Several people were bait fishing at the nicest hole so I
waded out above them and made a few casts. Bob waded behind me and I
demonstrated how to high stick. I explained how important it was to watch your
strike indicator, looking for any sideways movement, but I knew I was talking to
an expert fisherman so I didn’t have to elaborate.
Moving up stream, I made sure to leave a stretched unfished
for Bob, and I made a cast to a boulder that created a ripple or
pocket below which I hoped a trout lurked. My indicator suddenly moved sideways
and I was fast onto a Snake River cutthroat, (it's one of the four species of cutthroats
that are found in the Wyoming Rivers).
Fighting the fish in I released it as I hate to kill such a
beautiful fish. Instead I planned on keeping a couple of mountain whitefish, as
they abound in the local streams and while good to eat, are rarely kept.
The next hole produced a mountain whitefish but it was small
and so I released it, making another cast and hooking another cutty, I looked
downstream and hoped Bob was having luck. I couldn’t see the ladies but they
had set out the lawn chairs and had then gone for a walk.
Another hole and another fish but this one was fourteen
inches! It was about as pretty a cutty as you could ask for and it took me
quite a while before I was able to remove the hook and watch it swim away. I
waded downstream to Bob and he was also having luck as he had caught he first
cutthroat and lost several whitefish.
We fished a little more and then headed up the road to
another spot. After eating our lunch we waded out and again the fish cooperated.
I caught and kept a couple of nice whitefish and Bob landed and released
another cutthroat. Meanwhile the girls were having a nice relaxing time
watching for birds and wildlife, so it was a good time had for all.
It turned out to be a beautiful and relaxing day on the Greys,
and what could be better than having another opportunity to fish with Bob.
Every day of fishing and every friend is a special blessing and today was a double
blessing for all of us! Oh and actually catching fish was really just a plus! Clear
skies.