I got up this morning at 4:15am and headed up the mountain to do a little mountain stream fishing. I was on the water by 5:15am. I fished until 8:30am and enjoyed pretty much every minute of it. I caught around 20 or more trout. The really fun part (I mean besides fighting the fish) was never knowing what kind of trout I would catch. I got a good mix of rainbows, brookies, and browns. Pretty darn cool when a guy can catch a variety like that out of the same creek.

My fly fishing buddies call spin fishing (sin fishing). If that's the case I'm a die-hard sinner. Here's just a few pic's.

I don't know what size trout y'all catch but from a small mountain streams, but these trout are all pretty fair sized for around here.

Nothing like seeing a rainbow first thing in the morning to get one's day off to a great start.


While rainbows are purty little creatures there is just something extra special about brooke trout in a high mountain stream. I've caught them in some of the most rugged and remote places the West has to offer. This morning wasn't rugged or remote, just beautiful, quite, and only me on the creek.


To me, the brown trout are the tough guys of the trout world. They have varacious appetites. They fight hard and live in the most difficult fishing holes. Usually there is a tree roots or downed tree's in every really good brown trout hole and they know how to use every inch of it to break a line. I always enjoy it when I out-smart these fiesty fish.