St Joe River fishing trip 2014
Picture taken off the back porch of my house the night before the St. Joe river fishing trip with Evan. (First photo taken with new Lumix Panasonic camera.)
We arrived late and finally decided on this campsite, one of the few ones left even though it was mid-week. It was completely isolated so we were by ourselves; unfortunately we set the campsite up after dark. This proved troublesome when we finally called it a night, as the ground beneath the tent was uneven. It truly was a ‘climb’ to find a good sleeping position.
This photo of the river was taken from our campsite. It is looking upriver, where we predominantly fished in order to avoid campers and other fisherman.
After walking around a mile upstream from the last campsite along the river we climbed down the trail and found our first hole/structure. We were fishing for cutthroat trout exclusively on dry-flies. We could have tried some wet flies or nymphs but it is not as enjoyable and we had plenty of success on dry flies alone.
This section of water was a good stretch. Coming around the bend it created a nice bottom structure and holding water for fish to be fat and lazy. Most trout sat right under color or depth change (light green to dark green) and right off main current/seam line.
Here is me with probably around 12″ cutthroat. Unfortunately I held it like a retard and didn’t probably display the fish to show off its size and beauty. Caught this on a green drake size 14 I want to say. This fly was pretty much exclusively what I fished with on the first day after trying and failing with a purple haze and yellow bellied stimulator. The drake’s dark green and yellow body matched perfectly with water and was a major success.
The same trout escaping my death grip. As you can now properly ascertain the fish was of good standing, and demonstrated his strength while harnessing his inner Mel Gibson…
To properly fish it is essential for the Bearcat to literally stand on top of his prey. He is able to accomplish this feat due to his cat like stealth…
Had some turkey sandwiches on a log viewing this bend with some nice holding water; however we did not have much luck there.
Every good fisherman must have a keen sense of what is good water.
Stumbled upon this deer while bushwhacking on a deer trail next to the river, at night on the same day he came and visited our camp. He was incredibly comfortable around humans. Also the deer trails along the river were extensive like a highway system (and probably better than most Idaho roads). We walked along several and one for a good half-a-mile.
We had tacos for dinner on our first full day- marinated carne asada with Spanish rice and beans on corn tortillas. Maybe some of the best tacos I ever had.
We walked farther up river than the first day to be completely alone where few have fished- hoping to catch some big ones.
Was actually a good size fish unfortunately was too far away (and lazy) to capture its epicness.
Spotted an inquisitive prairie dog in a little meadow alongside the river, we had a star down for a good 5 minutes… sadly I lost.
After the green drake from the first day was almost completely torn to shreds I went with a yellow sally on the second day. It’s a medium size fly that also matched perfectly with water color (yellow with a little green) and was similar pattern to insects along river. The yellow sallie was my winning fly the second day.
Evan killed it in this stretch of water even though there were about a million mosquitoes eating us alive.
A nice 12″ male cutthroat in beautiful shape except for the new whole in its jaw…
Another nice trout around 12″ I caught. You can still see the yellow sallie in its mouth. Fish doesn’t look as pleased as I do…
Caught my last and biggest fish of the day at the whole we started at the first day. Got this bad boy, around 14″, on a Fat Albert- it’s one of my favorite flies because of its success on a variety of rivers, but mainly because of its name.
A look of the terrain we had to climb to reach the trail. If you look closely you can see trail about half way up slope where there appears to be soil erosion.
A fantastic photo of the Bearcat’s toned buttocks. This was the beginning and least steep part of climb. Photo doesn’t capture the elevation gain well and steepest parts were impossible to photograph unless I had an extra arm…
Panoramic shot of the St. Joe and of the greater Idaho/Montana wilderness.