![]() ![]() A few minutes later and fish are suddenly everywhere. Small backwaters form near the creek’s edge where the water is still enough to see beneath the surface.Īt first, the space seems devoid of activity but if the eyes remain focused, trout begin to appear. The water swiftly flows downhill, creating random currents that reflect light in chaotic patterns. Nearer to Skagway is a shallow creek where trout gather to spawn in the fall. Daydreaming about fall lake trout is an exercise in futility but also a welcome respite from COVID related topics. The highway is closed past the Canadian border and probably won’t open for some time. The truth hidden deep within the lake are trout that thrive beneath the veil of reflected light.Īll of these memories are themselves nothing more than illusion. ![]() The golden-colored mountains on the opposite shore are mirrored on its surface, but this is mere illusion. I know the trout are hungry because this place has been a part of me for more than two decades. The autumn leaves are in full splendor as we turn off the highway onto uneven gravel roads. The radio plays well-known songs as my dog Rufus eagerly stares at the forward landscape toward familiar horizons. Along the way, grizzlies grazing on grass and mountain goats climbing high toward unreachable heights. My car hurtles along the roadway, yellow center lines nothing more than a blur. I can visualize every twist and turn along the highway from high atop the White Pass Summit to the deep blue depths of Tagish Lake. There are 50 miles between Skagway and sublime fall lake trout fishing. ![]()
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