When it comes to Cutthroats, Yellowstone has the prettiest ones. My favorite little spot to fish of all time is at the end of a 7 mile hike down into Yellowstone Canyon. Here I have spent hours amongst sulphur hot vents and rough rocks pulling in trout after trout. This particular one took a white streamer right out of the roughest of water. He was a tricky one to pull in because the water is rough and walking on the rocks is tricky. He measured 21 inches, not bad for a cutthroat. They are my favorite fish to catch I think just because of how pretty they are. I love all the color.
Alright, this next one isn't exactly a hoss but I really enjoyed working him out of his hole. It was at the end of another long unlucky day, I have a lot of these. This was to be the last stop on the float. I knew there had to be a fish down in this hole so I worked it for nearly an hour. This little 17 inch browny finally took the scud and put up a big ol' fight. My little bro was there again to do the netting and I had myself a descent brown trout.
And just as no fishing trip is complete without a handful of whitefish, neither is this blog. This guy was reeled out of a hole in the Beaver head where I was hoping to find a 20 plus inch brown. I got half of what I wanted with this guy. He measured 20.5 inches and was exciting to bring in because of lack of action that morning. I know more than once I have been saved from failure by the whitefish. Like I said in the beginning, these aren't monster fish but I have huge memories with each one. I do hope to replace them with bigger ones though sooner or later.