This spring I’ve been incredibly fortunate to do quite a bit of traveling in a short time. It all started towards the end of April when my girlfriend I met up with my brother and some of his friends for a double birthday and fishing extravaganza in Florida. See my brothers blog for his tales of the trip to Sanibel Island. I had never done any Saltwater fly fishing prior to this journey so I didn’t really know what to expect…it was unbelievable. Every fish we pulled out, I had no idea what it was, but they put up a hell of a fight.
Dave feeding a bird some bait fish
The flies we used were way less intricate then some of the trout flies that I normally tie, but all you really needed down there was the schwminnow and a glass fish. Our first day Jourdan ripped the most fish out of the Gulf and I struggled a bit to read the water. What I learned was there is a lot of waiting for the birds and tides during the day time or just hire a guide and they will take you to where the fishing is on fire.
Celebrating Jourdan’s BDAYJourdan with a Sea TroutSunset on a boatRipping snook up after dark
Flying back to SLC
Once Jourdan and I arrived back in Salt Lake I had the opportunity to drive the delivery van for the ski shop back to Colorado for the summer. I brought my fishing and snowboard gear along for the ride. The snowboarding did not work out, but the fishing did.
Sometimes when you have to drive 500 miles in a day you have to set out at 4 AM to get a half a day of fishing inTraffic jam in route to the fishing
The “Gold Ribbon” stretch of the Frying Pan
Fishing in Colorado is way different than fishing in Utah. Stream access is not nearly as good. There are some assholes in Utah trying to ruin our stream access, but that’s a whole different story. I stopped by Taylor Creek Flies for some advice before hitting the stream.
Their knowledge worked. There are a ton of fish in that river, but also a ton of people.
After some nymphing and some midge dry fly action I had to pack up and continue on Frisco.
The road to A Basin
The next morning I woke up and dressed to go snowboarding up at Arapahoe Basin. However, my pass that was lined up for me fell through so I had to fall back on my back up play to do some more fishing before catching my ride to Denver International to get back to Salt Lake.
Another small Colorado stream with some snow still lingeringHowever, there were some nice fish to be caught.
Once home, Ted and I went to some more familiar territory for me.
A moose spyTed with a healthy RainbowTala and Jefe enjoying the beautiful weatherHealthy TroutThis adventure comes to a close, but there will be more. Fishing and the sites you see is awesome
“We have an unknown distance yet to run, an unknown river to explore. What falls there are, we know not; what rocks beset the channel, we know not; what walls ride over the river, we know not. Ah, well! We may conjecture many things.”
—John Wesley Powell
John Wesley Powell Likely Was One of the First White Men To See This View, 1869
A Storied History
In the spirit of 236 years of glory, I’m going to tell you a bit about ‘Merica and our Green River. The river valley was originally inhabited by the Fremont culture, a people flourishing from the 7th century to the 13thcentury; their work can be viewed in rock art and cave overhangs. Eventually, the Shoshone and Ute peoples colonized the area for nomadic hunting purposes. While visited by the Spaniards and various trappers, the region remained unexplored. John C Fremont, legendary explorer, US Senator, and founder of the Republican Party, led an expedition into the region.
Modern Day View, Preserved Portion of Jarvie Ranch
The first complete expedition was led by John Wesley Powell in 1869, the second was in 1871; most of the nomenclature of the region was assigned on these trips. Powell’s expeditions were not without controversy. Starting off in 1869 with 10 men and large gear carrying boats, they completed the expedition with 6 men. Four walked off, one successfully started a family in Vernal, Utah; the other three were possibly executed by Mormon Settlers. The Mormon Settlers claimed it was local Native American Indians. The true fate is still shrouded in mystery. Read the full account here.
Graves Visible From Road To Jarvie Ranch
Now for my favorite part of this story, The John Jarvie Ranch, founded in 1880 by an educated man of Scottish decent at Brown’s Hole. Located conveniently on the Utah, Colorado, and Wyoming border, Jarvie had significant mining and cattle interests. He distilled and sold Whiskey, while managing a general store, post office, blacksmith shop, and ferry. Jarvie made acquaintance with several notorious outlaws including: Matt Warner, Butch Cassidy, and the Sundance Kid. His ranch was a perfect location to hide out after a hard year of rustling cattle.
Christopher, First Fish On The Green, 2012
A Section
This 7-mile stretch of river commences at the boat launch under Flaming Gorge Dam, traveling through a red walled canyon down to Little Hole. This float is known for its aquarium feel, you can see the fish swimming below you in the crystal clear water. Also note, this section has the highest presence of rafters, though the Trout don’t seem to mind too much.
Brenton’s Day 1 German Brown Caught On A Section
On this stretch, we used a couple of tactics resulting in Fish On! The deep pools and seems of this section are ideal for nymph rigs. Brenton developed his rendition of a bead head Pheasant Tail and some small Midges, size 16 and 18.
German Brown Makes Its Hogan’s Heroes Style EscapeDead Sculpin From Trout Stomach
B Section
Below Little Hole, the river widens and the canyon walls lower, allowing for new angling opportunities. Furthermore, on the B, you can start to throw the Hopper Dropper combo along the shorelines and back eddies. Making this section even more enjoyable is the variety of primitive camping opportunities along the river. Halfway down, drifters will encounter Red Creek Rapids, a Class 3 section on the river. Upstream of Red Creek Rapids, is a long deep pool; fish activity is slow through here. We were able to coax some follows with articulated streamers.
B Section German Brown, Hopper on Grasshopper IslandA Trout’s Vantage Point
Lapping the C Section
Fish On! Indian Crossing Before Setting Out
Now onto the true wilderness fishing expedition! The Green River, for management and discussion purposes, is divided into the three distinct sections. The C-section is by far the longest and most desolate section of the Utah Green River; it winds 12 miles through a desert valley, terminating in the high walled Swallow Canyon. In the later part of summer, this section is renowned for its Hopper fishing.
Matt’s C Section Rainbow, Fooled By Nymph Rig Out
Day 1
This is our third day of living the dream, camping outside, fishing all day, every day. Having paid for a shuttle from Trout Creek Fly every day to this point, it was now our turn to use pedal power. To float the C, the preferred entry point is at Indian Crossing. It is also an option to use Taylor Flats, however, this will cost you a prime section of top water. Upon leaving the boat and gear at Indian Crossing; Brenton threw his Trek Navigator bicycle into “Toaster,” and drove the trailer to Swallow Canyon boat ramp. In my estimate, it takes about an hour to pedal back to Indian Crossing from that point, the road is shorter than the river here.
Brenton’s C Section Front Flip
Day 2
Hopper action picked up on day 2, everyone landed a fish on a Hopper. Matt took the crown with a 20-inch German Brown. All was well, except the sunscreen started to run low, for trips on this section of the river, I suggest ample quantities of sunscreen and gloves for your hands. Swallow Canyon was markedly unproductive; we attributed this to the low water situation.
Matt’s C Section 20 Inch Brown, Fooled By Hopper
Day 3
Fish were keyed into Yellow Sallies on the portion of river between Indian Crossing and Taylor Flats. Unaccustomed and out of practice on the dry, I missed almost every fish. There was redemption for Matt, and just as the weather changed for a thunderstorm, the Rainbows drilled in on Yellow Sallies and Triple Doubles.
Where The Eagle Flies
As I already mentioned, thunderstorms rolled in, and it was our last day on the river. In the distance, we witnessed a lightning strike. Then, there was a wispy spindle of smoke rising in the air! Brenton called the Forest Fire Service and reported it, luckily for us; the fire was over on a mountain ridge in Colorado. Needless to say, as the smell of distant smoke filled the air, we hurried up to the boat launch, packed our gear, and got the hell out of dodge.
Forest Fire Sparked By Lightning In The Distance
Threats to the Future
The Green River is one of the Blue Ribbon Fisheries in the American West. Technically, a tributary of the Colorado River; an error of history, due to Colorado having more political sway when the Colorado River Compact was signed. There is currently a speculative project proposed to build a pipeline, in order to transport Flaming Gorge water to the Front Range of Colorado.MKFF opposes this project, as it will damage the local economies, the environment, and Trout fishing. The residents of the Front Range should adopt new water conservation measures, in lieu of attempting to use even more water in the semi-arid region.
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