That’s why they call it fishing
We really might get skunked. That was the sentiment as fellow Westbank Guide Patrick Sheehy and I looked down the boat ramp into the Green River. The water was high with run-off and as brown as our morning cups of joe. With the exception of a boat of spin-fisherman, no one else had the courage (or stupidity) to fish under these conditions. Even the shuttle driver thought we were nuts.
Fortunately, a day that began with dashed hopes ended up being a lesson in persistence and commitment. We didn’t beat ‘em up by any stretch, but we found a dozen or so willing trout, a few of which were heavy-bodied, enthusiastic browns, including a 23-rocket that ate my streamer so close to the bank that he might have been on his way to the Daniel Store for a corn dog.
I’ll let the pictures take it from here.
David Riley Bertsch is the author of two novels, “Death Canyon” 2013, and its follow up “River of No Return” 2015.
