After a long night of whipping up bugs, Mark K. and I headed down to the canyon for some cutty action. With temps in the low to mid 20's and a pretty steady snow falling it was chilly but not altogether unpleasant. Mark's never fished the Snake or seen a cutthroat of any kind in person, so after about 20 whities, he let out a whoop that scared the crap out of me and brought in a nice 16 inch cut with some really nice colors. I thought for a split second that he'd fallen off the rock he was standing on and was about to have a really bad day. I guess he was just amped on landing a trout for a change. We popped a few more cuts among the numerous whities and I even managed to bring in a laker. I'm guessing it was on its way upstream from Palisades, but who knows. Seems like weirdness has a tendency to follow me to the snake. Congrats to Mark on a nice fish, way to earn it.
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