Right as school let out for summer break, Denise and I received our first foster home placement. Although we were licensed since last October, we had only provided a few respite periods for another foster couple we know. This was the real deal, and the placement was for a sibling pair: a two-and-one-half year old girl and a fourteen month old boy. Ironically, we know their biological family indirectly, which creates some complications. The little girl has severe emotional disabilities, and we suspect she’s bipolar. Needless to say, this was a long, exhausting summer. I had not been fishing since Cold Spring at Wayne Kirch in early May. I had wanted to go in June before the summer heat reached its apex, but I just couldn’t bring myself to leave Denise with these two children, both still in diapers and devoid of any appreciation and respect for boundaries. By the time September arrived I could not contain myself any longer, and so I planned a two-day overnight trip.
|Looking south leaving Schell Creek Range|
Ward Mountain Range in the background
I was strongly considering southern Utah, around Hatch to be specific. From there I could fish the Sevier River and Mammoth Creek, even Panguitch Lake. I had not done any serious stream fishing for many years, so I was visualizing casts into the currents for wild trout with great anticipation. Mammoth Creek is known for a naturally reproducing brown trout population. Rekindling my imagination was the memory of the largest trout I had ever caught in a stream, a sixteen inch brown trout from Mammoth on a hares ear nymph I tied myself with fir from a cat called Buffy, the first cat Denise and I ever owned together.
A friend at work, Joe, always asks me if I’m going fishing when the end of the work week arrives. After a three-plus month dry spell I was finally able to say “yes”. He has his own connections to southern Utah, and he was kind enough to call Sportsman’s Paradise in St. George, UT to get current fishing reports. They were not good for the lakes and reservoirs, but the creeks seemed to be a good alternative. But, consistent the events of the summer so far, the fish gods were not favoring me because the weather in southern Utah was forecast to be turbulent and wet. The morning I was to leave, I changed my mind and headed for Ely to fish Illipah Reservoir. The storms were supposed to slide to the east of Nevada, so I thought Ely was a better choice than Hatch.
|Upper dam, Illipah Reservoir at sunset|
|Playing twelve-inch Illipah rainbow from float tube|
|Twelve-inch Illipah rainbow at sunset|
|Six-inch Illipah freshwater crayfish|
|Crayfish in shallow water after release|
When I arrived at the lake I pulled into the registration area just above the boat dock. I could see fish working on the surface, which was encouraging. After paying the day fee, I drove over to the inlet side of the lake and inflated the tube and assembled my gear. I chose the inlet because the brown trout would be getting ready for their upstream spawning run, and fishing Cave Lake always makes me think of catching wild brown trout. I pushed out at about 8:00 am, and I was the only one on the lake at that time (another good omen).
|Cave Lake boat launch near stream inlet (note float tube)|
The fishing was reasonably fast at Cave Lake. I caught fourteen trout in four hours, about 3.5 per hour. All but one were twelve to thirteen-inch rainbows, but they were sleek, not plump. The water was very clear, the exact opposite of Illipah, and the weeds were still alive and thriving. I often had to cast over and around the weed beds, and that seemed to work just fine. On one particularly long cast a rainbow attacked the nymph on the water surface before it sank… which brought back old dry-fly memories. After a while I noticed a larger fish porpoiseing just beyond a weed bed that was blocking my location from his sight. Casting my nymph over and beyond the weeds by about three feet was rewarded with a strong strike. Because of the casting location, the fish worked into the weeds. I was using a 6x leader that tests at three-and-a-half pounds, so I was able to fight the trout through it. I was excited to see it was a nice brown trout, fourteen inches in fact. That fish made my day, and the trip was salvaged from the Illipah doldrums.
|Tube and 'Trout Truck' at boat launch|
|Typical thirteen-inch, stocked late-season Cave Lake rainbow|
|Attempting to bring the brown trout to hand in the float tube|
|A wild fourteen-inch Cave Lake brown trout (jaw structure suggests a male)|
|Another satisfied fly fisherman |
(note weed beds in the lake to the left of my hat brim)
|Due to another road rally race on Highway 318, I drove the longer |
US 93 route home. In doing so I stumbled accross this wildfire
about 50 miles north of Pioche. The firefighters passed by me
when I reached Pahranagut.
|I couldn't resist taking this picture of the historic Caliente train station |
just after the sun set over the mountains.