Fishing Time: Saturday/Sunday (September 14/15th)
Weather: Beautiful sunny warm weather with a
slight breeze Saturday afternoon
Moon Phase: 90% Moon
Location: Weeping Rock Campground in Wyoming on the Green
River below Fontenelle Dam
Best Baits: Beaded pheasant tail and beaded hare’s
ear flies
Who Went: Roger Parks, Stuart Dahl, Dunc
My coworker
Roger has been bragging about the fishing up on the Green River below
Fontenelle Dam for years now. Finally,
we got the chance to make the trip along with another coworker Stuart.
First thing I
will say is I will go camping with Roger anytime. He provided all the food, and he also drove, towing
along his brand new fifth wheel. We ate
like kings and Roger did all the cooking.
Host of the year for sure.
We left after
work Friday and arrived late that night to Weeping Rock Campground and setup
the trailer to lay our heads down. The
campground is called weeping rock because the reservoir above seeps into the
limestone and creates a contact spring through a crack in the rock wall along the entire length of the river near the campground. It’s super cool and nice
to listen to while you’re fishing. The
next morning, we woke up to pancakes, bacon, and eggs. After the first feast of the trip, we geared
up and hit the river, which was only a few steps from our trailer door.
We all started
out nymphing with an assortment of different flies, but the hits weren’t
coming. Finally, Roger caught the first
fish, but it was a whitefish. Apparently,
Roger is not a fan of whitefish because he chucked it out into the river before
I could take any pics. Roger says
whitefish are not picture worthy.
After awhile we
switched to dries and then streamers, but nothing seemed to make them
bite. I spoke with a few drift boats and
it sounded like no one was having any success.
Roger ended up catching a couple more whitefish, but that was it for the
entire day. It was
painful. We soothed our spirits by
watching college football and eating steak and potatoes. Man did it taste good!
The next
morning Roger decided to stay at camp while Stu and I hit the river. Before leaving camp I took a look at Rogers
setup and tried to mimic it. I noticed
his rig had much more weight than mine, so I added some.
Sure enough on my first cast I was hooked up with a whitefish. After that it was game on for whitefish and I
caught five more and missed just as many.
It wasn’t trout
and I’m sure Roger would have been disgusted, but I had a lot of fun catching
them on the fly rod. I ended up snagging one of them in the dorsal fin and man
what a fight. I had to walk him down
river to tire him out.
