It wasn’t pretty, and it certainly wasn’t easy, but with my line tangled over and over again, I dabbed and flipped my fly until that hungry little guy grabbed it. No, the cutthroat is the only true native trout of the high country. No further talks of moving locations, we were in business, and suddenly all of the pressure was on me. This bugger was a fighter, he was large, and before Adam could get him to shore he threw the hook and got away. Trolling, jigging, spinners, and of course fly gear. I quickly became hooked, as they say. Fishing with a wet fly can be deadly, on both spin or flyfishing gear. //-->, ,