A moose hunt was the excuse to be there, really, we didn't need the meat and were content on just catching grayling. I always say the best way to ruin a perfectly good float trip is to shoot a moose. The trip was shortened by a fast river and one of the airstrips being washed out.
Ed in the back ground. An average Beaver Creek Grayling.
They were hitting everything....
from dry flies like this Parachute Royal Coachman and Light Cahills wet flies like G.R.H.E.s and soft hackles.
We had a great time. The weather was bright and sunny the whole time in the 50's to the seventies. Besides the great fishing we saw a black wolf, a sow black bear with two cubs and a cow moose. We didn't see another human after the first day.