Memorial Day Fishing 2012

Pinedale, Wyoming

This past weekend I had a few free days with my Father-in-Law and Fishing Buddy Roger, aka Big Poppa Roger Dogg!  So, we headed out of town to a few fishing spots that Tim Scott (Fellow Guide at 2 rivers) and we went fishing for a few days.  The weather was cold and the water was clear-- and we saw it all; Hail, Snow, Rain, Sun, Wind, and Clouds.  We fished lots of paterns in the morning, but the only action we had was on nymphs.  We caught fish both swing and stripping and dead-drifting.  Above is a picture of a nice rainbow trout that Roger Dod caught on a beaded nymph.  One of the better fish for the 2 days.  Streamers did not turn many fish, but if your patience it will bring a nice sized trout to the net.  White and Green colored seemed to work the best. 

The water around Pinedale is still low and clear, but I bet that does not stay for long.  Expect flows to reach slightly above 3000 cfs mid to late June.  If the flows stay below 1200 cfs this weekend---  get out!  enjoy the fishing opportunties before run off!  Call 2 rivers fly shop to get day to day updates. 

Thoughts on fishing and life:

My favoraite fishing buddy of all time is my father.  I learned almost every thing I know from him.  some good, some bad.  He took me fishing when I was just old enough to cast a rod and continued to fish with me until his last day.  He was a man of strength, that brewed confidence in everyone around in.  He put others first--Always, which is something I admire.  He would stop to help a neighbor-even when the truck was loaded for a fishing trip and we were mintues away from the best fishing time of the day.  He taught me how to laugh and enjoy life in stressful situations.  He taught me how to see the positives in others and life.  He taught me how to forgive!  which is something that has been a major blessings and struggle at times in my life.  My father was my best friend.  My best fishing partner.  He could hold a fishing spot secret--even amongest close friends.  I can't say that about all my fishing buddies.  I miss my father--  I miss laughing with him and enjoying the outdoors.  The moments we shared hunting and fishing were life-changing moments and i cherish them.  Every time a load up the truck with my fishing gear, or cast a line into the river, or hike a mountain looking for a muley buck, I wish you were there.  Everytime I hook a big fish and look around me to see if someone is there to share the moment--  I miss you!  I love you Father.  Big T in heaven-