Sunday morning we woke up pretty early with the intentions of floating the river. We drove to Green River, WY and stopped at Expedition Park. We didn't have tubes with us, but we did have fishing gear. We went to a nearby Ace Hardware store and bought two tubes and some fishing bait. We headed back to Expedition Park to try to catch some fish, as the water was way too chilly to float. Unfortunately, we didn't have any action, so we decided to take a break.
We found an arena in Green River, fairly close to the river, and decided that we should stay there that evening and try our hand at fishing Green River. After going back to Rock Springs to get Mexico and the trailer, we made camp in Green River and drove Whitey Ford through rugged terrain to find a fishing spot. We set up chairs and rigged our rods, just moments before a small storm blew in. We grabbed all the gear and headed for the truck before it started pouring on us. While it was raining, we drove around looking for a better fishing location.
I was getting attacked by mosquitos, so I stayed in the truck for a bit while Ace walked down to the water. He landed a huge trout, but the fishing line snapped right as Ace was about to pull him up to the riverbank. There were so many huge fish surfacing the water but they were on the other side of the river and were pretty much inaccessible to us that evening. Ace was heartbroken that his line snapped and made him even more determined to catch a monster. So determined that we had to drive all the way back to Rock Springs at 11:30pm to buy more gold spoon lures to fish with on Monday morning.
Monday morning we set out at about 5:45am to the side of the river that we had wished we could've been on the evening before. We parked Whitey Ford and walked about a mile to our prime destination. After hours of catching nothing but moss, I told Ace that I thought it was time to head back. He was slowly walking towards me, and casting his line along the way. When he neared me, we both saw a huge shadow fairly close to us. He cast his spoon right in front of him and the fish didn't budge. After several casts, the fish was getting even closer to the bank. Ace decided he was going to catch this fish one way or another. He waded over to the bank and snagged the fish with his bare hands (he may or may not have been injured).
After fishing, we had a quick dinner at Penny's Diner before heading to Evanston, WY.
I was getting attacked by mosquitos, so I stayed in the truck for a bit while Ace walked down to the water. He landed a huge trout, but the fishing line snapped right as Ace was about to pull him up to the riverbank. There were so many huge fish surfacing the water but they were on the other side of the river and were pretty much inaccessible to us that evening. Ace was heartbroken that his line snapped and made him even more determined to catch a monster. So determined that we had to drive all the way back to Rock Springs at 11:30pm to buy more gold spoon lures to fish with on Monday morning.
Monday morning we set out at about 5:45am to the side of the river that we had wished we could've been on the evening before. We parked Whitey Ford and walked about a mile to our prime destination. After hours of catching nothing but moss, I told Ace that I thought it was time to head back. He was slowly walking towards me, and casting his line along the way. When he neared me, we both saw a huge shadow fairly close to us. He cast his spoon right in front of him and the fish didn't budge. After several casts, the fish was getting even closer to the bank. Ace decided he was going to catch this fish one way or another. He waded over to the bank and snagged the fish with his bare hands (he may or may not have been injured).
We arrived at the Martin Ranch a little after 7pm and Ace and the Martin kids roped some calves.
Tuesday morning we woke up and hit the arena again to rope breakaway. After they roped, we took the kids fishing. We weren't getting many fish bites, but there were tons of crawfish. So, we changed our game plan and started catching crawfish.
On Wednesday, we woke up early and they roped again before we continued our fishing. We fished until early afternoon and then Ace and I had to get back on the rodeo road to Ogden, Utah.
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