The stream flowed through a patch of forest here and when I came up to a small but deep pool I could see two trout holding in the shade just under a log jam. I placed my short cast into the main current and just as my fly reached the log jam I watch one of the trout cruise over and confidently grab my copper john. It was a good hook up and the fish thrashed around spooking the other fish before finally being brought to my net.
The stream in the meadow section
A little ways below here I saw another cutthroat holding at the tail of a small pool, which readily fell for my nymph. After catching this fish the nature of the stream abruptly changed as it flowed through a meadow reminiscent of the Rocky Mountains. The stream meandered through this section and was a joy to fish even though it was suspiciously devoid of fish. I fished to the end of the meadow and not finding any more fish I called it a day.