We sped up to the White Mountains on Friday evening and enjoyed a small campfire before heading to bed. The elk bugling woke us at first light and after a bit of breakfast, we headed down the road to the wash. We bailed into the trail-less canyon and walked several miles to the point of the river that we believed would have big pools and big fish. But as is the way of scouting trips, we found small water, small fish, and solitude. No complaints though. Hanging with a good buddy, catching wild browns and bows is very tough to beat.