We missed opening day for our favorite cutthroat stream. But that's OK because the prime water we came to fish was already taken. By beavers! They dammed the entire section we normally fish. At least 3 new dams slowed up the flows and silted in the river bottom. There were still a few 16+ inch fish (huge for this size of stream) in the deep holes.
The first time I fished this stream every section I came to was crystal clear. It was all sight fishing to nice cutthroat. But each year more and more silt seemed to stay in the stream instead of being flushed out by spring run off.
We each caught a few good fish and around noon, over a liquid lunch, we were debating moving to a new stream or exploring a little higher up than we've gone before.
The upper stream has a small impoundment and we scrambled down a steep ridge to the water below.
It was crystal clear!
We drove along the stream to it's headwaters. It thinned out pretty quickly giving way to a meadow brimming with color.
Kelly kept ranting about how much his chromapop sunglasses amped up the colors of the wild flowers. We thought he was full of it...
But it really does CHROMA POP!