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| image courtesy of David @ BCFN, thx David! |
For this year's High Country Opener, I opted for some smaller water, a scoch off the beaten path. So much so, as a matter of record, that it's a bit of a wonder we made it back in one piece.
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| backcountry angler in his element |
Considering the trackless wilderness, deadfall-choked canyon, mountain goat scrambling, I for one, was lucky to have come out of it relatively cheaply: one fly box, small, lost to
The Oblivion, one noticeable limp in my gait this day.
But those cutthroats! now, worth every ounce of blood (literally), sweat (liberally), tears (figuratively) invested in the adventure.
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| unsuspecting quarry |
Backstory:
With the high country opening up, David @ BCFN asked if I would be up for a trip, graciously allowing me to pick the venue. Pressure on, and knowing a fellow cutthroat enthusiast in David, I offered some rather untrammeled water, water in need of better exploration and documentation.
Purely for Science, you understand. ;-)
Our venue: a remote assemblage of some of the greenest acreage the great state of New Mexico has to offer. As for the water- a mixture of lush mountain meadows and rugged canyons both, most all of it sheltering colorful Rio Grande Cutthroats sporting the most buttery-golden hue.
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| God's country |
There's gold in them thar hills!
In the am, we spent a good amount of time sampling one of the area's countless feeder streams, mostly unproductive, but offering beautiful vistas of shining mountain meadows around every bend. A bit discouraged by the lack of fishy cooperation, we set our sights down canyon, into The Wild.
An hour's scramble over deadfalls, around rockpiles, through thickets, rattlesnake dens, landmine fields, broken glass, and finally, legions of TSA screeners, (alright I may have made that last part up) we finally cast our eyes on the prize, running clear and cold.
With Grade A Prime Rio Grande Cutthroats finning in every pool. (not made up) ;-]
David proved a backcountry angler of the most experienced sort, making short work of the catching. And in the marveling in the day such as this.
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| the stalk |
How lucky we, to sample some of the finest riches on this good earth!
Thanks David, twas a fine opener indeed.
You can catch David's writeup on our trip at
BCFN in the next coupla days, give it a read, he runs a fine blog over there!
Cutthroat fishing god's green acres? Pretty schweet.
Elk calf 'hiding' out within a 4wt's distance? Awesome.
What a great trip.
