I have a special place in my heart for winter fly fishing. Some of the most important, and sometimes difficult, decisions in my life have been made during the silence of a cold, wintery day on the river. It offers a unique type of solitude and beauty, with the worst weather conditions offering the greatest of both, for those willing to brave it. This last week, however, required no bravery, with temps in the high 30s, plenty of sun, and a solid 3 hours of fish rising to midges on the surface. The Middle Provo was packed, but for those willing to hike a little, and fish where no one else is, there is always plenty of open water.
After nymphing for a bit, I was able to fish dries to willing fish for the rest of the afternoon. Very small emergers did the trick. This solid 17″ brown was my favorite fish of the day.
It was the type of day that makes me feel fortunate to even have access to such a beautiful drive, let alone the river itself. Nearly a year has passed since moving back to Utah, and as much as I miss Montana, I can honestly say that it’s nice to be home.
Salt Lake City on the Fly 