Iron Fly - Lander, WY

Iron Fly - Lander, WY Dec 3 6:30 @ Lander Bar's Coalter Loft


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As a product of Florida, I'm bummed to see how bad the state has been treated...

A weekend in the mountains...

Way up in the high alpine wilderness of Wyoming's Wind River range, there are supposedly over 1300 mountain lakes.  Many of those lakes are loaded up with fish.  Access to this mountain paradise is often limited to foot travel, horse packing, and high clearance 4x4 vehicle.

We took a trip to one of the many high mountain lakes this last weekend.  Access was with a decked out Jeep CJ.  The trip was arduous, with travel taking place on a 10 mile stretch of "road" not for the faint of heart.

To make the trip a bit more challenging, we hauled in a small aluminum boat and trailer behind the Jeep.  The trailer had been modified to withstand the rigors of such a trip, and we loaded the boat with food, beer and camping supplies.

The view of the world from 10,000+ feet up.
After a few hours of travel over a ten thousand foot pass, we dropped into our destination.  Our lake was situated at about 9000 feet, and we settled into an amazing campsite.  The 90+ degree weather at home was a distant memory as we set up camp with a light breeze and upper 60s for the temp.

The view from base camp.
The breeze picked up as we got into the afternoon, so we focused on setting camp, enjoying some frosty beverages and cooking up some wicked camp food.

A weekend with a little less oxygen is good for the soul.

After dinner, Jim and Kristi headed out on the boat for some fishing.  They came back with reports of big brookies.  We settled in for a cool evening at camp.  Temps dropped into the upper 40s and the bugs descended on us in huge numbers.

Bugs like craft beer, too.

Saturday began with coffee, breakfast and another Jim / Kristi outing on the lake.  Kristi landed some huge fish.

Kristi with a beast of a brookie.

Our fearless outfitter with a decent fish.

Afternoon was breezy and we stayed off the water.  Beer, sleeping, hiking and food helped pass the day until it was time to get back out after the fish.  Jim and I headed out after dinner and got into some decent fish.  

Jeff releasing a little brookie.

Our second night in camp was even cooler, with temps dropping into the low 40s.  We woke casually, broke down camp and headed back up the pass.

Jim doing some trails maintenance.  We didn't need that fender anymore.

The trip out included a pretty serious push to get up the hill.  We had some issues with the trailer, but were able to limp out and make it back home in one piece.  It was a good weekend.  

A fishing guide goes for a hike (for a good cause)...

Somewhere in the woods of Vermont, there's a fishing guide from Western North Carolina.  He's on a long walk for a good cause.

Steve has been guiding in WNC for ages, and is one of the most knowledgable guides I've ever had the opportunity to meet.  His kindness and good heart are known to many.  In February, Steve set out on their Appalachian Trail in an effort to raise money for Big Brothers Big Sisters.

He's down to the last five hundred miles, and there's still a chance to help out him raise some money for a good cause.

If interested, you can help here...

To follow his progress, you can go here...