A few weeks back, I found myself on a solo trek into the more remote reaches of a White Mountain creek. Brown trout were active and looking up for terrestrials and a #10 Hopper Juan brought multiple fish to the surface. The serenity of backcountry solitude is not easily duplicated, and I relished the opportunity to sit by the stream and take a few notes from the day. With the new job started and a baby on the way, I know my opportunities to fish those backcountry streams will be fewer and farther between. Regardless, this day, will not be soon forgotten.
Oh my, that is one beautiful brown. Ben, you’re life is going to be changing, but I suspect that you will continue to provide some good trip reports and thoughtful comments.
Great photos! Seems like you had a great day out there. Sometimes doing things on you own gives you a different sensation, don’t you think?