Absaroka Beartooth Wilderness Part 2

Now for part two of the Beartooth Wilderness trip. On the way to Dewey Lake , we passed several streams. We stopped to rest at one, and Shawn decided to try some fishing. Before I had even sat down to rest, he had a fish on. There was a log jam between him and the fish, so I went and helped land it. It was one of the bigger cutts landed to this point.

 

Once we made it to Dewey Lake, we set up camp and had some dinner. The views at this lake were my favorite of the trip! Pictures don't do this place justice. There were some overlooks that were just spectacular. The fishing a Dewey is also great. There was not much size to them unless you hiked to the inlet, but they would take flies and spinners frequently. What was interesting with the cutthroat in this lake is the blue tint they had. I've never seen cutts that had this, but as you reeled them in, they would look turquoise in the water.

 

Shawn With a nice cutthroat from the stream.

What a relief to get the packs off and relax.

It's tough to beat the beauty of the Beartooths.

 

Braden with a little cutthroat from Dewey Lake.

The next day our group split up. Shawn and Robert decided to go hit the streams, while Jason, Braden and I did a day hike to Cairn Lake to try our hand at catching some of the big brook trout that are said to reside there. We followed a stream that led the way and caught small cutthroat along the way. We eventually came to a pool fed by a waterfall, where we were greeted by three playful river otters. It was so neat to watch them swim around and dunk each other in the water. We were all very surprised to see them this high up on the mountain.

Fishing the stream on the way to Cairn lake.

 

Three River Otters having a good time.

We soon had to make steep climbs up and down several passes to get to Cairn. What turned into a what we thought was a small hike, turned into an energy draining ordeal. We passed a few smaller lakes along the way, and the views made the hike worth the effort. We eventually made it to Cairn, sitting at over 10,000 feet. The guide books said that the brook trout in this lake were hard to catch, but that they were footballs. Both turned out to be true. 

 

I figured the fish would be deep, so I pulled out a Rapala and went to work.  My first cast, I hooked into a fish that really hit hard and felt heavy, but after a few seconds, it was gone. I made several casts trying to find them again, and after a few minutes, I had two good sized brookies follow my Rapala in, and I got to watch  one of them hammer my lure. I seriously wish I would have had it on film, because it was awesome to see. I battled the fish, and soon had him at the bank. It was the biggest we would land at this Lake. This fish had nice girth to it, and reminded me a lot of the brook trout in the Boulder Mountains of Utah. Jason snapped a picture, and the fish was released. Everything we caught after that was 10 inches or less. We couldn't find any big ones the rest of the day. after several hours, we decided to head back to camp and relax the rest of the day.

 

One of the lakes on the way to Cairn lake.

A 14 inch football from Cairn lake at over 10,000 feet.

Jason picked off several brook trout on dries.

When we arrived back at camp, the sun was out, and the three of us smelled like a turtle cage! With that, we decided to take a dip in the lake to wash off. Being a glacier fed lake, you can imagine how cold the water turned out to be. I'm not a fan of cold waterto begin with, so it took me several minutes to build up the courage to jump in. It only made it worse seeing Jason jump in and come up with a look of shock on his face and having trouble breathing. I soon found out for myself. The second I hit the water, My body tightened up, and it took me a minute to catch my breathe. It was ice water! We both dried off as fast as we could, and feeling came back after a minute or two. When Shawn and Robert came back, they said they caught over 60 fish, with the biggest going 16 inches. All of them were cutthroat.

 

Jason was brave and jumped in first.

Very cold, but so worth it once I was clean and could feel my body again.

Robert working the stream for good sized cutthroat.

Shawn with a beautiful cutt from the stream.

We got up early so we could make it to our final campsite and set up. It was only a few miles, But for some reason, my ankle decided it was done helping me out. By the time we made it to came, I could hardly walk. While the guys went to fish Lake of the Clouds, I set up shop on Robert's hammock, to rest my ankle, and take a nap. I eventually hobbled down and caught a few small brook trout from Ouzel Lake while I waited for everyone to get back. They arrived back with good sized cutthroat to eat, and pictures of some awesome views. The fish really hit the spot for dinner.

The next morning we packed up and hiked the seven miles back to the truck. We hike past a few lakes, but all of us were ready to get back home so we didn't fish them. I would say this hike is near the top of my list for hikes I've done. The Beartooth Wilderness treated us with nice weather and great fishing, and if this place isn't on your list of places to visit, it should be.

Heading to our final camping sop by Bald Knob Lake.

 

Camp is set, and ready.

Bear proofing our food.



A view from Lake of the Clouds.

Natures infinity pool.

A view of Bald Knob and Ouzel Lakes from lake of the Clouds.

 

Almost back to the trail head after a successful hike.

 

Absaroka Beartooth Wilderness Part 1

What an adventure! I've slacked off the past several weeks, so this story is coming to you a little late. This is a hike that my brother planned years ago, and it didn't disappoint once we finally did it. Even the drive there was spectacular! We met my brother Jason and Robert in Idaho Falls, and from there we went through Yellowstone National Park. The Beartooth range is just north of the park in Montana.. We camped near Cooke City on our first night. Interestingly, once we arrived to where we were going to camp, we found out that you couldn't camp in tents, only hard-shell campers because of how many grizzly bears were in the area. We ended up finding a spot a few miles away, but we were all a little on edge that night.

 

The Crew, from right: Robert, Shawn, Braden, Jason, and myself.

Some of the views while driving to the trail head.

Stopping for one last normal meal.

The next day we made our way over to the East Rosebud Trail head to begin our hike. We did seven miles the first day and camped at Rainbow Lake. Along the trail, we found countless wild raspberry patches, along with thimble berries, huckleberries, and elderberries. The berries made for a tasty snack while we hiked. the trail was mostly uphill on the first day, and the scenery was breathe taking.

My guess to how the Beartooth Wilderness got it's name.

Wild thimble berries are my new favorite.

Working our way to camp.

The first steep climb.

The first lake we came to was a huge glacial lake.

 

On the second day, we started fishing. The first lake we hit was Lake at Falls. It was crystal clear and full of cutthroat trout. Robert was the first to hook into one as he soon landed the first fish of the trip. Everyone else soon followed, as the cutts seemed to  love anything that hit the water. We used a variety of dry flies, and watching these fish rise from the depths and explode on your fly was a special experience.

It's tough to beat this scenery.

Robert with the first fish of the trip.

Braden got in on the action catching his first fish on a fly.

Robert with a beautiful cutthroat.

The next lake we came to was Dewey lake with it's magnificent waterfall. A lot of guide books have say this is the sight to see on this hike. The cutthroat were less aggressive here, but we still caught plenty. To get deeper under the falls, I switched to using a Gold Jakes lure. My second cast to the falls, I hooked into something that felt big! unfortunately, on it's second hard run, it broke me off. I ended up catching several in this spot, but nothing that gave me the fight of that first fish. On to part two...

What a backdrop for fishing!

Robert working the waterfall.

A view as we make our way up the trail to the top of the falls.

The One That Got Away, And The One That Didn't

I realize it's been a lot of cat fishing on the blog lately, but the Jordan is producing quality fish, and it's hard to step away when the catching is this good. Don't worry though, I'll get back to the trout tails soon enough with the cool fall weather approaching. We've been night fishing twice since my last post, so I'll cover both outings. The first trip was the regular crew I fish with, and the results were typical for what we've been doing lately. Several channel cats were landed in the 24-26 inch range, and fairly consistently. The only difference now is that it's starting to cool off at night so the hoodies have come out.

 

The second trip was last night. I took one of the neighbor kids (Jared) with me. I was really hoping he could get a big cat, since he told me he's mostly caught only little bullheads when he's gone in the past. early on he had a decent one get off, but on his second cat of the night, he went beast mode! He had a lighter setup, so he had a really good fight on his hands. the cat made several runs down river, and a few up river as well. Once he got it close, I got it in the net, and the high five's commenced. His catfish measured 29 inches, and 9 pounds! He told me that was the biggest fish he has ever caught! I snapped a few pictures, and then released the fish back into the muddy water to grow bigger. Great catch Jared! It was great watching the fight!

 

My night ended fighting what felt like a giant, only 20 seconds into the fight, the fish got the upper hand. That is because the top portion of my rod snapped! At first I thought that my two-piece rod had come apart. However, I soon realized I was going to have to fight this fish with only the bottom part of my rod. I got him close enough to get a glimpse, and it was a good sized kitty! That's the only time I saw him though, because on his next run he got off. The fish got the better of me and my equipment this time. I took the rod back to Cabela's today and exchanged it for a new one without any hassle, which is one of the reasons I'm a fan of their products. I assume it was a defect in the rod, because I've never had one break that high up before. We will see if the new one holds out any better.

several cats this size were caught on the first trip.

26 inch channel cat.

Jared with his 29 inch channel cat; his biggest fish ever landed!

 

My biggest landed of the night measured 24 inches long.

The cat won this battle. Good thing Cabelas has awesome customer service.

The Bait Paid Off

Licking my wounds from my failed casting lesson, Francisco and I hit the Jordan river for a few hours last night. We set up, and shortly we both had hits. While most of the night all I had were hits, Francisco was putting on a cat fishing clinic! He was consistently reeling in fish, and I got better with my netting skills. He landed several quality fish (20-25 inches), and even a bullhead catfish, which we haven't seen much of since we started using white bass.

 

As the night went on, I stopped even getting bites on my poles. By this time I had gone a little complacent with the lack of action. I was checking my other rod when my new cat fishing setup shot out of the pole holder,  and into the water. I managed to grab the end of the rod when most of it was in the water and set the hook. My pole double over as my reel started singing soprano with how fast line was ripping off it. I just held on for several seconds, until the fish turned. I fought him in only to have him run again. After several minutes, I finally got him within net shot, only to have him dart for a root system on the side on the bank. Luckily, I was able to pull him out, and Francisco got the net on it. We were both amazed at how thick this channel cat was. I pulled out the tape, and the cat measured 29.5 inches! This ended up being my only fish of the night, but with a new personal best, I'd take nights like this all the time!

 

About 20 minutes later, Francisco had a giant of his own on. he fought it all the way in, and just like my big one, his also darted to the roots. Unfortunately, Once he made it in, the catfish broke the line! As many can attest, It's a gut-wrenching feeling to lose a fish so close to the net. We called it a night on that note, to end another great fishing adventure.

One of the few bullheads caught lately.

A few unwanted guests came to see how we were doing.

My only fish of the night. Just a half inch shy of 30 inches! A new personal best!

 

Francisco's keepers. His biggest was 25 inches.