This last weekend I was excited to go explore some new Wyoming water (at least to me) on the Big Laramie River. I had family staying in Jelm who had access to some private stretches of the river, so despite the dismal reports of low flows (22 cfs) and high water temps, I threw my gear in the car and headed out 287 with the hope of a broken gauge or a storm the night before that could have misrepresented or changed the flow since my last check online.
The reports were no joke, and there was no miraculous downpour to bump up flows when I arrived. Between the slim water, high water temps and the poorly marked private property lines, which got me scolded and banished from decent holes a couple of times, the day of fishing was frustrating and I walked away with a big goose egg, totally skunked.
On the brighter side, the beauty of Wyoming surprises me every time I get out on the states rivers. A bald eagle escorted me down highway 230, and a black weasel or ferret walked the river's bank as I made the long treks between fishable holes. I'll be back once the flows pick up as this is a beautiful river with many miles to explore, and not to mention the story of a recently caught 23 inch brown told to me by the employees of the Woods Landing Bar and Cafe.
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| One of the deeper runs |
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| The bridge that the 23 inch brown was caught under |
