Fish 5050

Jeff Turner wanted to send his son off to college with a memory that would last with him forever. The goal was to fish 50 trophy waters in 50 days. They have recently completed there journey and have the entire trip logged on there website with video clips to journal entries. Definitely worth a read.
http://www.fish5050.com/index.html

4:1 Ratio & Bad Juju

4:1 ratio is hours to fish for me Saturday. Out of 12 or 13 hours fished only 3 fish, but caught one hog so not such a bad deal, and I guess the company was okay?

Sometimes Dan feels bad for me when I don't catch fish. My hero!

Matt with a hog. Think he caught it on green sparkle power bait nuggets.

Oh look Dan caught a fish. Firefighters are such better heroes than cops.

In your face shot

Big SmileGrip'n Grin

Tying one on, something I did a lot of that day if you ask Chucko and the Donut Eater

A little golden light.

Saving the best for last.....If you think that this pig is so great because he is always catching the hogs. Well here is his secret, lots of weight to get down, just enough weight to hook the fish on the back. That's right, picture proof of Danny boy releasing his foul hooked fish something that happens for him more than not. Thanks Chucko for allowing me to shine light on this glorious fishermen. A fine fishermen indeed you might add.

Hoppers

Here's some pictures of a couple awesome days of hopper fishing with Matt and Mike. We had our first run in with a landowner using our Conatser rights granted to us at Congress' last session. The first day we ran into Steve, he was quite sure of kicking us out. He understood the law, but was upset to see someone using their rights. He was sure we couldn't pass a certain pool, and would assume trespassing if he saw us past that point. After we easily waded through the hole we saw Steve again and he was flustered and obviously upset. We kept fishing and he left. We caught lots of fish on hoppers and a couple slabs. On the way home Matt and I started fishing a little creek that was thought to have fish and sure enough caught some native cutts and brookies.

Couple days later we went up again to enjoy some more hopper action. We ran into Steve at the same spot as before. He was very courteous and seemed to be getting used to the fact that this was going to happen. We talked to him about politics and ranching. We invited him and eventually pleaded him to come throw a line with us to see why we loved fishing. He declined, but attitude was much different than the trip before. Matt and I were excited to have that over with and thought we were done with problems from the landowners. Not 1o minutes later I hear Matt yell, " thanks alot" and look up to see an old man and younger guy throwing boulders and logs into the water. After a couple minutes of the childish behavior I yelled, " we have every right to be here". He told us to get the hell out and leave. I yelled to Matt, "get your videocamera and film this guy" he hurried back to his 40' diesel.

Pretty crazy, but what do you do? Keep fishing! Catching started off slow, but when a little breeze picked up and the heat turned on we started getting into them. We walked further up than the trip before and caught some slabs. Although great fishing, it is very tiring walking up river, but I think its worth it.

Mike with his slab of the day

Whitefish before troutNice shot by Mike

Extended arms like so make fish look bigger. Matt's secret

Matt loves his whitefish. Maybe becauase he catches so many of them.

When the day was almost over and my legs were so tired and missed a couple footsteps and ended up in the drink to cool off.

Day 2 not in order

Day 1 in order

Went up north with Josh to meet Dan and do some fishing. We fished the same river most of the trip, but hit the Provo for a bit on Friday night.

This fish was caught amongst all the 6" Bonneville cutthroat you could want. I think Dan foul hooked it, but I don't remember.

First fish I've ever seen Dan let go. I guess he forgot his stringer.

Saw this cold one in the Provo waiting for someone to pluck it out it out of the frog water and slam it.

Luckily.......

Here's the snake they through on my side of the car, it started climbing down the window. After the fishing Dan made us steaks at his place which were pretty scrumptious considering we ate the hind end of the cow. We went down to get some malts in Heber and ended up at Dan's place of employment, The Police Station. Dan knows that I think most cops are just plain idiots, but everyone thinks that, right? We ended up watchin police vidoes and shooting the breeze with the Sarge and some of the other cops. After a couple of hours hanging out watching videos and telling stories were just about to leave and Farva thought it would be funny to have his dog scare me a little bit. I don't like police dogs, but I guess cops aren't so bad after all.

A Fine Fishermen

"A Fine Fishermen"
This will be a new highlight section for kolobflyfishing. If you want to show off a fish you caught in southern utah, or anywhere for that matter. "A Fine Fishermen" derives from "A river runs through it." It is the line when Paul and Normans Dad says after he catches the monster. You all remember, the memorable fish that takes him down the river. Send your pictures to kolobflyfishing@hotmail.com

The brown trout pictured below is just under 30" and a little more than 7lbs. The stream in southern Utah where it was caught is not much wider than the length of the fish. I have fished this stream and never seen a fish bigger than 10". I'd like to think there are more of these monsters, but I think this is the last fish this big in southern Utah. Casey is a great salesmen, but a fine fishermen. If you want anything to do with ATV's you can him up in Hurricane at Moto Zoo, and while your there you can have him tell you more about how he caught this monster.

Bears, Blood and the Boulders

Great trip to the Boulders with Matt and Mike. Mike made freshly caught Brookie taco's that were awesome. First time keeping a fish for me in a long time, actually Matt killed them;) We fished a couple great lakes, but only because the lakes we wanted to fish were shut down due to smoldering ashes in the forest. It was still a great trip with some of the set backs. Matt was glad that I had such great doctor skills, when I pulled a scud hook out of his ear. I didn't feel like giving him his bill right after, since he was a little pale. We ended up fishing what felt like an old friend on the way home. We had caught plenty of smaller fish and were going trophy hunting. We started with hoppers and quickly changed to streamers. We didn't have many strikes, but the fish we did get smashed the fly which is fun to watch. I spooked myself out of a 20"+ brown due to excitement. It was an overall good trip with good friends.

Cali Bate on Us

Leave this trip to them

Instead of writing on my last trip, I'll let a couple of my fishing partners do the writing for me. It is about time I do a tribute to my two good friends Matt and Mike's blogs anyways.

Googley Eyes Himself(Mike)


and finally.....



Our future Attorney(Matt)

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What i lay awake thinking about at night.

Pretty much same thing minus the four wheelers, chick, and lack of wind.

The Sea Was Angry

The boat fishing portion of this trip was a real let down. I planned the surf fishing so we could have a little more difficult day and I could get the rooster on the fly from the surf, and the boat fishing I thought would be the day to get our numbers up.We started the day off getting picked up in the marina in San Jose. Our guide was Alex and his helper. Brian and Steve started off trolling with live bait, while I was working with the fly rod casting at teasers. I started feeling sick about 5 minutes into casting. 'The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli!"(Costanza)
We trolled around for awhile why I sat in the back trying to sleep of the sickness. The helper finally hooked into a Jack and gave the rod to Brian to reel in. He ended up losing it, and so did I. I can handle trolling around in the ocean, but when the boat stops I can't take it long. I yacked in the Sea of Cortez.
We fished for a while longer before we finally said lets end it early. The fish were not biting and our guides didn't seem to know what was going on. To be fair they usually fish the pacific and in trying to save us a drive we fished the SOC. It was still a good trip, and now I know what not to do in Cabo. I wish we would have planned two days of surf fishing. Oh well. Next time...