West Branch
Tuesday morning I woke up early at my camp and left for a section of the West Branch of the White River that I usually fish late in the season. It’s another river with crystal clear water where you can easily see what the trout are up to (but they can see you, too).
The big ones weren’t gullible here, either. I did see lots of them. I caught enough small fish to keep it interesting, though. In total, I landed nine brown trout and one rainbow.