At the end of every dusty, rock filled trail up a mountain lies some kind of reward to be yearned for. All speculate whether the risk and danger is worth the calorie burn. For the love of mountain wonders and in the aid of a local rancher, we made our way up one of the most challenging trails we've come across in these mountains.

Very little mileage doesn't have large stones in the trail or every other dangerous obstacle attempting to puncture our tires, take out an ankle or buck us off our motorcycles. One tree had to be removed off the trail, and constantly had to pick precise lanes to maintain traction, or we couldn't make it up the loose rock.

Having permission from a good friend and rancher to close the water for the season, we had a mission with a little relax after we shut the hole, and clear out the spillway of any obstructive debris. After six miles up a very rocky bugger of a trail, our good friend Ray, my dad, and I make it to the lake with all our parts and pieces intact. The debris from the intake hole of the headgate was cleaned, and shut. Only minimal trees were in the spillway, we had cleaned it a couple years before.

Before fishing, we all were enjoying the fascinating features the mountains behold in each others company. Interesting enough, this lake holds Rainbow Trout, which isn't usually common for higher elevation lakes in a Cutthroat and Brook Trout dominated area. There are no reported stockings for this lake, the trout introduction is unknown. The first dry fly I tied on the end of my tippet caught trout after trout, nearly every cast held a rising fish. Some trout taking the fly only a second after it hits the water. Smaller rainbows survive the harsh winter every year in a somewhat shallow lake. A great day with a friend, my father and I riding motorcycles and catching sprite rainbows while helping our good ole' friends ranch do a job...