My first time ever fishing the Provo river was in the winter of 2012. There had been a big snow storm the day before and white flecks were still fluttering down. I bundled up and headed up the canyon road. The first thing I noticed was how beautiful and bright the canyon was; that fresh layer of powder was sparkling. I parked by Vivian and was literally the only car in the parking lot, which I thought was weird…
Once I had my gear set, I made the first tracks through the fresh pow and headed up the canyon trail. After fishing a couple places I decided to keep hiking, it was breath takingly beautiful and fishing was just the icing on the cake. After hitting the trail, there was a crashing through the trees. I popped my head up to see a huge heard of elk completely surrounding me. I hunkered down in the snow and continued to take pictures and observe these majestic animals in their element. There was a moment when I got back in the river that I just stopped, closed my eyes and took in the solitude and peace that was surrounding me. By the end of the day I had filled my camera with memories of fish, elk and more importantly moments that I’ll never forget.
In conclusion I realized that there are times for “fishing the hatch”, and there are times for fishing for memories and moments of peace.