The upper stretches

We drove upstream quite aways in search of some nice little cutthroat. the water and weather were perfect and the flows seemed just right as well. the fishing ended up being pretty slow and the wading was brutal as we were both slipping, stumbling and fumbling all over the place. in fact, for the next couple of days my quads were killing me. thoroughly got our asses physically kicked. we got into a few fish and matt caught the first brown he's ever seen in there.