"I should have known better, as the instant my fly hit the water-splashes of red and gold pecked eagerly at the large stimulator I had tied on."
After standing in the blowing wind for a couple hours casting to sizable Grayling, some of which could be measured in pounds and wanted nothing to do with my offerings, I decided to salvage the day by doing a little Utah Cutthroat Creekin’. I had heard of a creek that has native Colorado River Cutthroats in it, and I knew that a brushy little creek can sometimes save you from a windy day of fishing.
With the wind still howling across the tall grass and rolling hills of the lower elevations, I hiked quickly into a lush, narrow little riparian zone. The water was quite small by any standards and as it plunged swiftly down the hillside it left me wondering if there was indeed fish in this section of stream. I should have known better, as the instant my fly hit the water-splashes of red and gold pecked eagerly at the large stimulator I had tied on.
After replacing the stimulator with a royal wulff I was tied into little, wild Colorado River Cutthroats, and one after another they eagerly took advantage of the free meal I was offering. In fact they couldn’t stay off of the fly. It got to the point where I was literally sitting on top of the log they were hiding under while dabbling to them, and they were still hitting it!
After awhile I decided to drive downstream where the water leveled out and meandered through grass, wild rose and a myriad of other flowering plants. Here the fish tended to be more skittish which was most likely due to the higher fishing pressure, but still, when the wind wasn’t blowing my fly into the plethora of thorn covered plants that thrived along the stream banks, it would receive much enthusiasm from the wild inhabitants.
You can pretty much count on cutthroats to save the day when the fishing gets tough. With their vibrant colors and can do attitudes, they always put a smile on my face.