I watched Renita cast and as her fly drifted through the hole. A huge Bonneville cutthroat trout rose and inhaled the fly. She set the hook and the fish started downstream, as large trout often do. Before she could chase it the five-pound test leader snapped, the fish was gone, and she now had a great fish story to tell of the big one that got away.
Walking downstream I cast to several spots and nothing rose. They were good spots and they must have been fished. Renita and I took turns fishing spots and finally I caught a small cutthroat. She missed several as she was having problems keeping her line tight enough to set the hook and so I watched her and gave her advice on how to mend and strip her fly line.
The rain finally stopped, a friend had remarked that we had move to Seattle, and we decided to make another trip to the Grand Teton National Park. Driving to our usual spots, we stopped to glass the forest and the meadows but only spotted a few elk.