A few years back I went on a solo camping/fishing trip to a beautiful and remote area of Wyoming where three distinct strains of Cutthroat can be caught, all in their native headwater drainages, and all within a very short distance of one another. That trip unfortunately was cut short and I only succeeded in catching two of them… the Colorado Cutthroat and the Snake River strain of Cutthroat. I only fished for the Bonneville trout for a short time and I was unsuccessful in catching one, but I had a couple of weeks in late September of this year to fix that. Also, my Dad had passed away in the interim, and this was a special place to him where he‘d spent a lot of time in the outdoors. He loved the area, and so this was an opportunity for me to spend a little more time with him while there, at least in spirit.
All kinds of weather happened from rain to fog, to snow and then finally to those bluebird days of fall with their crisp, frosty mornings, and the bluest skies of the year.
Almost all of the trip was spent in more remote areas outside the well known parks in the area, and the solitude was refreshing. We had a lot of great campsites all to my wife and myself. Bugling bull elk in the evening and howling coyotes later in the night were the only interruptions.
I always spend a bunch of time glassing for animals on these trips. We saw a lot. Foxes, coyotes, four wolves, a Grizzly and of course elk, moose deer and pronghorns. Granted, some were in the park but others were outside of it.
I had just hung my waders up after fishing and sat down in my chair when from around the back of the camper this fox came trotting by. It looked at us with as much surprise as we did, then trotted off nearby to take a dump and mark the spot as his. It was pretty funny…
Not many other animal photos, as most were far away and all I had was my old cell phone.
We spent a day plus going through the museums in Cody… well worth it and highly recommend to anyone going through there.
Stopped at a Snake River headwater to brush up on that fine spotted strain of fish… I learn after a bit of trial and error that they wanted ants…
…then on to the next drainage to catch that Bonneville…
Mission accomplished.
All kinds of weather happened from rain to fog, to snow and then finally to those bluebird days of fall with their crisp, frosty mornings, and the bluest skies of the year.
Almost all of the trip was spent in more remote areas outside the well known parks in the area, and the solitude was refreshing. We had a lot of great campsites all to my wife and myself. Bugling bull elk in the evening and howling coyotes later in the night were the only interruptions.
I always spend a bunch of time glassing for animals on these trips. We saw a lot. Foxes, coyotes, four wolves, a Grizzly and of course elk, moose deer and pronghorns. Granted, some were in the park but others were outside of it.
I had just hung my waders up after fishing and sat down in my chair when from around the back of the camper this fox came trotting by. It looked at us with as much surprise as we did, then trotted off nearby to take a dump and mark the spot as his. It was pretty funny…
Not many other animal photos, as most were far away and all I had was my old cell phone.
We spent a day plus going through the museums in Cody… well worth it and highly recommend to anyone going through there.
Stopped at a Snake River headwater to brush up on that fine spotted strain of fish… I learn after a bit of trial and error that they wanted ants…
…then on to the next drainage to catch that Bonneville…
Mission accomplished.
