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        Mid July 18- 21, 2009,  The Emigrant 
Wilderness
 
        Weather: Clear and CoolWater Level: Good
 Moon Phase: New Moon
 Insects Observed: Big Slate colored may, size 12 at Emigrant Lake
 Flies: Prism Stimi, Black Gnat, BH GRHE
 Method: Dry fly to sighted fish. Slow strip and pause.
 Set Up: 8ft 4wt 215 Medium action bamboo rod made by moi.
 
 Narrative:
 
        I don't think I wrote about it but last year I had this big 
		backpacking trip planned. Kennedy Meadows to Emigrant Meadow Lake, to 
		Emigrant Lake, to Huckleberry, to Paiute Meadow and out Crabtree. 8 days 
		solo in all. On the first day, I pulled a rookie move, left Kennedy 
		Meadows at around noon and suffered heat exhaustion. I recognized it 
		and at about 6pm that evening turned around only to stumble to within a half mile from the trailhead at 10pm. I literally could not 
		take another step without falling over. With no energy to pitch my 
		tent, I found a nice flat rock to bivy on. Bivy is short for "bivouac", 
		French for "plop your tired but anywhere and fall asleep" or to put in 
		more technical terms, sleeping out of doors without a tent- sleeping 
		under the stars. 
        The rock was warm from all 
		day in the sun, a single tree sat at it's top and I hung my gear on the 
		tree and spread my sleeping bag out on the rock. It was a full moon and 
		I sipped water as I fell in and out of sleep that evening. The moon was 
		so bright that I could see everything. 
        
		 
        Fast forward one year later and I'm making the same mistake. Leaving the 
		trailhead at noon. This year though I was older and wiser and kept 
		myself hydrated as I slowly made my way up the trail. Faster hikers 
		would pass but I'd simply pass them later on the trail as they took 
		their long break.  I survived this 
		year and made my first nights camp beside Summit Creek, at Sheep Camp, a nice brook trout stream that 
		would make a nice destination in and of itself. I set a fire in a feeble 
		attempt to keep the mosquitoes away. It didn't work and the mosquitoes 
		would turn out to be the worst I've faced anywhere. 
	 
        
		
  
 
        The second day I followed Summit Creek through the 
		beautiful meadow that is Lunch Meadow to Brown Bear Pass. 
	 
        
		
  
 Brown Bear pass descends into Emigrant Meadow and my first fishing 
		destination- Emigrant Meadow Lake.
 
 
  
 
        
		 
        
 The fish at the meadow lake seemed to be healthy but they weren't coming 
		fast enough for my liking, so I moved on down the trail to Middle 
		Emigrant Lake. I like to sight fish in lakes and when the fish are deep 
		like they were at Emigrant Meadow Lake, I prefer 
		to move on.
 
        
 
  
 
        Fishing wasn't great down the trail so I continued to move on and made 
		my way down a little used trail into the canyon which contained one of 
		the most beautiful streams I've ever seen. The pictures simply don't do 
		it justice. It's difficult to get into because the trail comes and goes but 
		I'd return simply to camp here. I fished for a short while and did well 
		with the local brook trout. 
        
 
  
        
  
 
        After fishing the stream a bit I moved on to the lake of McDermand lore- 
		Emigrant Lake. 
		The fishing was just as he said it was; the inlet of which was flowing 
		so slowly it flowed backward in the wind. The big trout were there just 
		as he said they were. The fishing was challenging for ultra spooky but 
		good sized trout in the shallows and stream and less spooky but hard to 
		hook fish deeper in the lake. 
 (You don't like to fish deep you're thinking. This is true but if I see 
		cruising fish it doesn't matter. I found a single cruising fish on the 
		far side of the lake and plopped myself down for an hour or two hooking 
		a good number of fish in the process.)
 
        
 
  
        
  
		
			
				
					
						
							
								 The fish in the picture actually 
								swam to me as I was casting to another fish. It 
								came from upstream, picked up a bug about 5 or 6 
								feet in front of me so I flopped my fly out in 
								front of me about 2 or 3 feet (thinking that it 
								would spook) and the fish took it no problem. (I 
								could have reached out a grabbed him.) It was 
								pretty cool to see the grab from that close.
 I spent two nights at Emigrant Lake before 
								returning over Mosquito Pass to Kennedy Meadows. 
								(I've written another narrative, but it's 
								unfinished and currently 6 pages...It may or may 
								not ever see the light of day.... I hope this 
								short narrative was good enough to tell the 
								tale......)
 
								 
 
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