|By local standards this Brown is a trophy.|
|Rattlesnake crossing the trail.|
We made it to a one of the huge pools and I managed a 12 inch brown trout that looked as if it came from the Owens River. If I showed this photo to anyone, they would be shocked to know that this fish came out of this dinky water. It's shocking. We moved to the next pool and it seemed the fishing halted quite a bit. Even getting dinks was proving difficult. On this pool I managed another brown that while not as big as the last was a nice specimen. It was probably 9-10 inches. I missed a few more and lost a few good ones when my tippet failed. Continuing to move upstream, Chul fished a pool where he missed a nice 10 incher the last time he was here. This time he managed to coax him to hit the fly and took him out of his slot that it called home. We arrived at the waterfall and at my second cast I managed a nice rainbow. Chul had a nice fish on until he bumped his rod on an overhead branch and lost the fish. Several casts later the hole shut down.
We started to make our way out fishing a hole here and a hole there. Chul managed a few dinks but the fishing had shut down on the river for whatever reason. Perhaps its the changing barometric pressure or something but we were convinced it's the wacky weather that is coming in. We hiked out of there and got in the car and headed down the mountain. By this time it was past eight and when we reached the bottom we found our selves on the wrong side of a locked gate. Oh crap! It was past 8PM now and pitch black. I saw a silhouette of a man on the other side of the gate and when he came into the light of the car I noticed it was a cop. I got out of the car and he let us know that the gate closes at 8 and you can be cited it you don't make the closing time. I apologized and he opened the gate and let us go without incident. I thanked them and wished them a good night.