On many mainstem trout rivers, August, not April, marks the cruelest month. Peak fishing pressure often coincides with lethal, or near lethal, water conditions for cold water salmonids. The guides are booked, the tourists are touring, the fly shops are bustling, and riverside parking lots overflow on every renowned river across the West. It’s enough to make you want to hole up and beat your liver for a few weeks.
Fear not, friends. The fishing apocalypse isn’t yet upon us. This month too shall pass, as it always does. In the meantime, we have better options than mainlining A/C while chugging gin and tonics. You could go carp fishing, but golden bones aren’t for everyone, and stalking 80-degree water in full sun doesn’t bring down your core temp.
Instead of drinking and carping (literally or metaphorically), I suggest getting high. (No, not like that, Colorado.) While August may feel oppressive down in the valleys, it’s delicious up in the high country, so grab your 3-weight, a spool of 4X, some floatant, and a puck of dry flies. Oh, and feel free to bring the dog. We’ll be doing some walking.
Head for the Hills
Small mountain streams and creeks offer sanctuary through the hottest weeks of the year. You can still go trout fishing without guilt or fear of harming the resource. Better yet, you’ll get to explore new water and remind yourself of the simple joy that fly fishing can provide.
Consult the Maps
In many parts of the West, the high country is often (though not always) public land. Use your map to identify any roads or trailheads that offer access to that waterway higher in the mountains. Make sure that the roads, trails, and land itself are public. Digital mapping tools like TroutRoutes and OnX, make this pretty easy, but old-school paper maps that show land ownership work as well.
Look for Lakes
Earn Your Eats
Embrace Minimalism, but Be Prepared
These watersheds are the antithesis of technical tailwaters. They generally have low insect densities and short growing seasons. The fish can’t afford to be picky, and with low angling pressure, they eat just about anything that looks like food. A fistful of attractors, terrestrials, and Elk Hair Caddis will probably get the job done, but bring a couple beadhead Hare’s Ears too. Maybe a small, weighted Wooly Bugger, just in case.
While you can get away with little in terms of fishing gear, you need to bring a few essentials for your own safety and comfort. Aside from a quality sun hoody, comfortable hiking/wading pants, and a good pair of boots, you’ll want a few other items in your daypack. Obviously, you should bring a water bottle, purifier, and trail snacks. Afternoon thunderstorms routinely rumble through the mountains this time of the year, so you should also carry a high-quality, lightweight, packable rain shell.
I recommend having a handheld GPS unit with you in the backcountry. Even experienced hikers can find themselves turned around or disoriented, especially when following a creek that meanders away from the trail. At the very least, ensure that your phone is fully charged, has a reputable mapping app, and that you’ve downloaded the map for the area you plan to hike and fish. You might also consider an InReach or other satellite-based communication device in case of emergency. Carry at least a basic first aid kit and a can of bear spray when you’re in bear country.
Reset Expectations
We all love giant trout. Everyone wants a two-footer from the Frying Pan, Madison, or Green, where a fish like that is a real possibility on any given day. The high country offers an opportunity to re-calibrate your scale. You might luck into a 16 or even 18-inch fish, but chances are you’ll be hard pressed to break 12. That’s only a problem for the small minded. Spend a day plucking six to eight-inch cutties, brookies, or rainbows from churning pockets of crystal-clear flow, and that ten-inch brown you pull out from under a logjam will feel like a giant, especially if you catch it on a three-weight.
Breathe and Look Around
Mid to late summer brings riotous life at high elevation. Meadows burst with verdant green and vibrant wildflowers. Pikas chirp and scurry along scree fields. You might run into a bear foraging through the forest (if you’re in bear country, carry bear spray on your belt), or maybe a herd of elk or mule deer feasting on all that foliage before the snows fly. While the fishing can be spectacular, this is outdoor escapism at its finest. Much of the appeal blossoms in the margins. Take some time to appreciate the totality of the experience. You might even come to love the sensation of sore legs and aching feet at the end of a long day.