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During my fly fishing career, it is fair to say that my most memorable trips have been those that take years to conceive, plan, and implement. They are adventures that aren’t outlined in a local guide book, or detailed in an online forum. But that is exactly what makes them so special and memorable, the fact that the adventure was all yours, and can’t be duplicated by anybody else.
It was on a late fall fishing trip during college that I came upon the upper North Platte River. A friend and I were out to explore the North Park region, specifically targeting small streams that flow out of the Rawah Wilderness. We knew our timing was not ideal for such a trip seeing as temperatures had been dipping below freezing for much of the week; but being young and stubborn we continued on are way, hoping that the weather was going to turn in our favor. But it did not. We awoke on our first morning to a blanket of snow and freezing temperatures, which left all of our intended fishing destinations iced over and unfishable. Not willing to concede and head home with our tails between our legs (also from being young and stubborn), we went in search of an alternative solutions to our fishing dilemma.