Entry By Chris King
As the masses of visiting and local anglers are in full swing on our local “famed” waterways, it becomes time for some to get out of the “Madison / Park waters” box and head to the hills. The backcountry allows us to explore and soak up the mountain sun on the endless still waters that encompass the Yellowstone ecosystem. Not only can these wanderings offer peace of mind and solitude, but also increased wildlife and scenery opportunities. These mysterious regions can be mentally and physically satisfying as well.
So I’ve been heading to the hills for my piece of backcountry bliss. Recently this has included a destination that holds tradition in my fiancé’s family and for me, my final gauntlet to be accepted into the Houston Clan. My curiosity stirred of what this epic trip entailed. So the future in-laws and I headed into the Madison back country to a locally known, but elusive lake (location and name undisclosed). Hey, you got to keep some of these places a secret! Besides, half the fun is discovering these aquatic gems for yourself. Our off-the-beaten path excursion began with a deceiving multi-mile hike on an easy going trail, only to abruptly turn into a half hour bushwhack straight up the shoulder of a ridge. Eventually we spilled into a hanging boulder field. Again the allure of the lake turned into deception as the table-sized strewn boulders quickly changed into Bozeman-sized bungalows.
After crossing the initial boulder field and climbing a moderately steep slope we were greeted with another quite larger field! Another half hour of balancing, hopping, and climbing we charged up another steep, short slope into the tree line. Then finally, after one more short steep pitch, we were treated with the peace and tranquility of the lush deserted basin, excluding the excitement of my chocolate lab Icculus.
As we took in the scenery we strung up and spotted a few mosaic rises across the relatively small alpine lake. Being immediately mauled by mosquitos, we tied on the smallest dries in our boxes and spread out along the shoreline. After close inspection we discovered most of the rises within casting distance were finger-sized cutthroat. So, I began to cover the perimeter of the lake searching for larger cruisers with nymphs. As I approached a rock slide, I spotted a 8-10” fish, only to sight cast to him and have him nonchalantly refuse my presentation. After repeated attempts and various bugs with no success it was time for a traditional toasted pb&j over an open flame for lunch. During discussions of previous trips to this sacred place, it was hinted that hoppers have been an irresistible treat for these subsurface dwellers during previous trips. Now being refueled and having a new sense of confidence, I began my scout around the lake once more.
Upon coming to the same vicinity where I spotted the slightly larger fish there were now a few more up to 12-13”. After tying on a size 10 para hopper I sight casted to the cruising cutt. My cast proved to be a little off target, but this large edible delight had turned the fish as it slowly rised to my bug. I waited in anticipation. As it rose near the surface towards my fly its mouth instinctively opened and without hesitation sucked in the bug! I set the hook in gleeful amazement as it fought like a wild fish that had never been hooked. After a brief struggle, a vivd Yellowstone cutthroat was brought to hand. This tactic proved to be effective for another couple fish. The last fish of the day was a healthy 13”.
With beaming grins we reluctantly broke down our rods and began the mental and physical preparation of our descent. After 2 hours of down climbing, bushwhacking, and various scenic photo breaks our weary legs had arrived at the trailhead. After a quick dip in Quake Lake, our incredible journey had come to a close, leaving us hovering over quadrangle maps anticipating our next adventure!
