Mid July 18- 21, 2009, The Emigrant
Weather: Clear and Cool
Water Level: Good
Moon Phase: New Moon
Insects Observed: Big Slate colored may, size 12 at Emigrant Lake
Flies: Prism Stimi, Black Gnat, BH GRHE
Method: Dry fly to sighted fish. Slow strip and pause.
Set Up: 8ft 4wt 215 Medium action bamboo rod made by moi.
I don't think I wrote about it but last year I had this big
backpacking trip planned. Kennedy Meadows to Emigrant Meadow Lake, to
Emigrant Lake, to Huckleberry, to Paiute Meadow and out Crabtree. 8 days
solo in all. On the first day, I pulled a rookie move, left Kennedy
Meadows at around noon and suffered heat exhaustion. I recognized it
and at about 6pm that evening turned around only to stumble to within a half mile from the trailhead at 10pm. I literally could not
take another step without falling over. With no energy to pitch my
tent, I found a nice flat rock to bivy on. Bivy is short for "bivouac",
French for "plop your tired but anywhere and fall asleep" or to put in
more technical terms, sleeping out of doors without a tent- sleeping
under the stars.
The rock was warm from all
day in the sun, a single tree sat at it's top and I hung my gear on the
tree and spread my sleeping bag out on the rock. It was a full moon and
I sipped water as I fell in and out of sleep that evening. The moon was
so bright that I could see everything.
Fast forward one year later and I'm making the same mistake. Leaving the
trailhead at noon. This year though I was older and wiser and kept
myself hydrated as I slowly made my way up the trail. Faster hikers
would pass but I'd simply pass them later on the trail as they took
their long break. I survived this
year and made my first nights camp beside Summit Creek, at Sheep Camp, a nice brook trout stream that
would make a nice destination in and of itself. I set a fire in a feeble
attempt to keep the mosquitoes away. It didn't work and the mosquitoes
would turn out to be the worst I've faced anywhere.
The second day I followed Summit Creek through the
beautiful meadow that is Lunch Meadow to Brown Bear Pass.
Brown Bear pass descends into Emigrant Meadow and my first fishing
destination- Emigrant Meadow Lake.
The fish at the meadow lake seemed to be healthy but they weren't coming
fast enough for my liking, so I moved on down the trail to Middle
Emigrant Lake. I like to sight fish in lakes and when the fish are deep
like they were at Emigrant Meadow Lake, I prefer
to move on.
Fishing wasn't great down the trail so I continued to move on and made
my way down a little used trail into the canyon which contained one of
the most beautiful streams I've ever seen. The pictures simply don't do
it justice. It's difficult to get into because the trail comes and goes but
I'd return simply to camp here. I fished for a short while and did well
with the local brook trout.
After fishing the stream a bit I moved on to the lake of McDermand lore-
The fishing was just as he said it was; the inlet of which was flowing
so slowly it flowed backward in the wind. The big trout were there just
as he said they were. The fishing was challenging for ultra spooky but
good sized trout in the shallows and stream and less spooky but hard to
hook fish deeper in the lake.
(You don't like to fish deep you're thinking. This is true but if I see
cruising fish it doesn't matter. I found a single cruising fish on the
far side of the lake and plopped myself down for an hour or two hooking
a good number of fish in the process.)
The fish in the picture actually
swam to me as I was casting to another fish. It
came from upstream, picked up a bug about 5 or 6
feet in front of me so I flopped my fly out in
front of me about 2 or 3 feet (thinking that it
would spook) and the fish took it no problem. (I
could have reached out a grabbed him.) It was
pretty cool to see the grab from that close.
I spent two nights at Emigrant Lake before
returning over Mosquito Pass to Kennedy Meadows.
(I've written another narrative, but it's
unfinished and currently 6 pages...It may or may
not ever see the light of day.... I hope this
short narrative was good enough to tell the
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