Vedauwoo, WY
When a friend invites you to camp among weird, ancient rock formations in Wyoming, where there are beaver ponds, which may be filled with brook trout, you probably do what we did: set fire to your list of weekend chores, load up the van, and get the fuck to Vedauwoo. Many of the ponds near the road were in bad shape, but brook trout are resilient, they thrive in tiny winding meadow streams and remote ponds. All you have to do is hike a bit and they'll be there: small and jeweled and not shy about taking dries.
Photos by Jeffrey Stutsman
A dissapointed-looking Lincoln Memorial in Wyoming
Waders drying while we cook dinner in the Westy.
This is the trail. Always a good sign.
Dana unspools her level line near a promising pond.
Fly fishing for brook trout with 3 weight Redington Butterstick and Orvis Battenkill click-pawl reel.
Dark, speckled Wyoming brookie.
Tenkara fishing for rising brook trout while a storm rolls in is exciting.
Small meadow streams are perfect for brook trout and tenkara.
Little Wyoming brookie.
Try not having any fun while you're catching brook trout. It's impossible.
Soggy gear after a great day: Orvis Battenkill reel, waistbag, and Redington 3wt Butterstick
Some asshole with a pretentious hat and face.
After a day of tromping through mud and catching fish, it's nice to wash up and pretend to be civilized.
Replenishing caddis emergers on my Wolff Atlas vise.
The Alexes start a fire outside the Westy