Weeping Rocks on The Green

Fishing Time: Saturday/Sunday (September 14/15^th)

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.

Roger said it’s the only time he has ever been skunked on this stretch of river, but honestly the scenery, company, and good food made up for not catching many fish.  I’ve already asked when we can go back and try again.