Yesterday I hiked/snowshoed 4 miles down into a canyon stretch of my favorite river for a day of fishing.
This was the view hiking in:
Somebody else got to the river just before me. His tracks did show me the way though:
There were actually bear tracks all over the place. I didn't see any bears though.
The weather was beautiful when I got to the river:
Fishing was tough, but I picked up 8 or 9 fish on the day. The quality of fish was good though. Only two fish were under 14". I picked up a 17" cutthroat and an 18.5" brown:
Normally I try to lay my fish in shallow water to photograph when I'm fishing alone, but unfortunately the shallow water was all under shelf ice, so laying on the ice had to suffice. The ice was about 1-3° colder than the water.
I hooked up with a cutt that was bigger than the brown, but he came off after a short tussle.
Even though the fishing was a little slow, I couldn't think of a better place to fish:
This guy came from the spot above:
I woke up to 2-3" of fresh snow this morning, but just as I was departing this morning, the sun came out (sort of)!
The hike in took two hours, the hike out took three and a half. Going uphill (vs down) and 3 inches of fresh snow will do that, I suppose. I was considering going back next weekend, but frankly, I'm just tired of snow. I'll wait until summer.