Re: Wind River Range Trip 2012
Ill tell a funny story that went along with that biggest Golden.
When we first got to the lake with goldens, my friend and I fished together for a little bit and neither of us caught anything for about 20 minutes. Then he decided to head up shore a ways, out of sight, and I stayed put. About this time, the sun was going down, the lake turned to glass, and fish started surfacing fairly frequently. About 10 minutes after he left, I was half heartedly casting and retrieving, while whole heartedly looking around in amazement, when I felt a thump, and pulled in a small fish. When I saw the fish, and saw for certain that it was my first golden, I quickly got a picture and released it. I sat down on a rock and tried to let it all sink in! Here I was 18 miles from the truck, in the middle of nowhere in a bear troubled region, now smelling like fish, and I was as happy as could be. Then it was on! I had broken the ice, now I wanted something a little bigger!
Truth be told, up to this point my friend was kicking the **** out of me in the fishing department! From size to numbers, I was severely lacking! If I could pull off a decent golden, I was fairly sure I could even things out again! Not 10 casts after my first golden, I felt another thump, but this time I knew it was bigger! It really didn't fight very hard until it saw me, then it was off! I played it extra careful, and eventually got it in the net, and saw that it was significantly larger than the first, and definitely larger than I expected to catch out of this lake! I got some pictures, released it, and realized that it was getting dark. In a complete state of disbelief, I headed back toward camp.
About 10 minutes later my friend returned, and we each asked each other how it went. We were both hesitant to tell, afraid that the other might have done better (me almost certain I did better). So i told him that I had a few really good bites, but never got one to shore, and he told me , while grinning like a child, that he caught three goldens. I let him feel special for about 20 minutes, until our nightly camera swap, where I look at all the pictures he took that day, and he looks at mine. I didn't even look at his pictures, but instead, watched him as he looked at mine. I made sure he would see the biggest golden first, and when he did, his jaw dropped, and he looked up at me and said, you son of a b#*ch. Now, I have only heard him cuss on a handful of situations, but this was the funniest! I laughed for a good 5 minutes, but he went straight to his tent, but before getting in he looked back and told me, theres always tomorrow!
We each ended up catching a few more small ones the next day, but nothing close to the biggest one!