Saturday, July 31, 1993
Then drove upriver to Logging Creek Camp. Apparently it's privately owned and inhabited by backwoods-trailer types. Drove back up the road, which is pretty bad over its 8 miles, to the beginning of the horse trail to Pilgrim Creek. Followed the trail for 1 mile to Belt Creek. It's an easy hike and would be great mountain biking.
At the creek, access was still difficult. I fished it downstream on and off along the abandoned railroad bed. Extremely tough going and no fish caught. Had a strenuous hike nearly straight up to the truck.
Then checked out the area between Monarch and Neihart. On National Forest property, the access from the highway is pretty good. Lots of turnoffs and plenty of room to walk up and down the road. Caught 3 rainbows and 3 browns in 3 hours at various pulloffs and campgrounds. One fat rainbow was over 13 inches and a keeper. As soon as I hooked it, it swam straight at me and swam at my feet. After a while I pulled it out and set it in my lap. Then, it thrashed like crazy and fell into the creek breaking my tippet and taking my leader.
Fished light brown nymphs the entire time, having good luck with medium to medium-large bead head hares ear and gold-ribbed hares ear.
Took a look at Dry Fork Belt Creek &endash; the books say it's not much good, but I didn't try. At any rate, there's lots of good primitive camping along the roadside.
Friday, August 6, 1993
Saturday, August 7, 1993
Wednesday, September 8, 1993
Sunday, October 24, 1993
Went to a new spot across from the Sun Mountain Ranch near the road to Camp Rotary. Wish I had found this before - lots of deep and wide pools. Caught a fat 10 inch brown (which I kept) on the same hare's ear in the pool next to the turnout.
Then, I walked downstream about fifty yards and found the best pool I've seen on Belt Creek. I switched to an elk hair caddis and a fat 15 inch brown - my biggest trout ever. I put it on the bank to admire it, but it flopped away into the water. If I had had the time to really admire it, I probably would of kept it.
I tried to catch it again with a Royal Coachman since there was a caddis hatch going on, but no luck. It still had my elk hair fly firmly lodged in its jaw. Must hit these pools again.
Saturday, March 19, 1994
Ended up hiking up Belt Creek from the Sluice Boxes. The hike started plain enough, but soon I was traversing the steep cliffs along the west side of the creek. The water was fairly clear and I could see all the way to the bottom. Looks like pretty good fishing, although I didn't see any. I probably went upriver a mile and a half before I stopped for lunch and enjoyed the sun high above the creek.
On the way back I first saw and chased a sage grouse and shortly after found a good-sized deer antler. The best fishing in this area (and by far most accessible) comes just before the abandon house on the opposite side of the river. I imagine if I could ford the creek at the house, I could hit some nice holes further upstream.
Saturday, April 30, 1994
After about an hour and a half, stopped for lunch in the middle of the section where the railroad bed crosses the stream several times. As I sat on old concrete support, I watched a pool filled with trout rising to mayflies. (This is the second week I've seen mayflies this year.) I think they were all brown and rainbow. Many were the biggest trout I'd ever seen in the creek, much bigger than the one I landed last fall.
On the way back, I met a guy who was picking up trash along the creek. I was surprised he was so far from his truck. He says further upstream there are some old mine workings. Perhaps when I come back to fish that hole, I'll see the workings. I also found some feathers I plucked off a dead bird. They're black with white spots on the edges, and light brown with black and white tips.
Sunday, May 24, 1994
Although the fish weren't rising, I did catch three rainbows on a bead head nymph. Two were 12 inches and one was eight. On the way back, I stopped at the huge eddy on the other side of the river I had previously admired. I couldn't reach it because it was two far away and the rapids were too swift. I also stopped at the first concrete abutment and caught one nice rainbow in the eddy just downstream. Nice day (a few sprinkles), nice hike.
Friday, June 10, 1994
Sunday, August 14, 1994
Caught one cutthroat, two rainbows and two large whitefish. Used a bead head for a long time, but it did nothing. When I switched to flies &emdash; caddis and royal wulff &emdash; I began to get strikes.
Met one other guy fishing. He had hiked up the road quite a ways and fished downstream. He didn't seem to know where he was or what he was doing. I helped him find he trail back to his car and apparently he got home. He certainly wasn't enjoying himself as much as I was.
Redwood has really taken to swimming. He would swim up and down the creek anywhere he pleased. Sometimes even into my holes, but after a while he learned not to go in them when I told him not to.
Saturday, August 27, 1994
Saturday, May 20, 1995
Saturday, July 29, 1995
I waded across the creek twice to avoid the tough, roundabout trail. The creek was at a good normal level which made the crossing tougher than I've ever had it. The weather kept changing from warm and sunny to sudden downpour with cold, hard winds.
Ran into some high school kids drinking beer and getting ready to take a swim. Looked like fun and reminded me of what it was like to be that age.
Did catch one more rainbow at the abutments far upstream. No insects were hatching so it was all done with a bead head. On the way back I took the trail to bypass crossing the creek. It was totally overgrown and very difficult. Should have waded across seeing as how I was already drenched from the rain.
The next day I came down with a terrible case of poison ivy. I'm sure I picked it up when I was going through the thick, overgrown weeds and bushes.