Before my brother left the great state of Colorado to spend the summer in Chicago, I took him up to Rocky Mountain National Park to chase some native Greenback Cutthroat. Upon arrival, there were over 200 small Cutthroat in full spawning mode along the east side of the lake (this area is off limits to fishing in order to protect native fish populations). Tate and I walked to the west side of the lake trying our hardest to lose the ever-present crowds. Once we found a weed line we though could see some fish, we through out some searching nymphs. Within the third cast, Tate was hooked up with a nice fish. As he was reeling in his fish, I hooked up and we shouted “double” just to solidify the deal. This type of action proceeded for the entire morning and into the first part of the afternoon. We never really landed anything huge, but sometimes you measure a fisherman not by the size of the fish he catches, but whether or not he can catch an eight inch fish and be excited about it.
