We reserved one of the three campsites at Sevenmile Hole in the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone back in April. Like the previous weekend, Mike, Katy, and I had been thinking about this one for a while. With an early start from Jackson and a brief stop in Canyon for our backcountry permit, we were on the trail at about 9:30. Two hours later, after hiking along the rim of the canyon and passing through an active geothermal area as we descended to the river, we were setting up camp and fishing shortly thereafter.

Expectations were for the fishing to be nonstop action, and it pretty much was. We started using various foam attractors and had pretty good luck. It wasn't until Katy had the bright idea to switch to big stonefly patterns, after we were surprised to see quite a few flying around still, that the fishing really got going.

It's tough to say how many fish were caught, not to mention how many more we lost, missed, didn't bother setting the hook on, or that refused our flies. With that said we easily brought up 100 fish between us.

After working the majority of the accessible water, which really isn't all that much, we were cooking dinner at camp just as the last light of the day was hitting the high canyon cliffs.