(Also known as the day Nicole beat Kurt at fishing.)
Ok, so we’ve said it before, but the day we spent fly fishing was our favourite day of the trip so far. Hands down. No comparison. Not only did we get to spend the day in some of the beautiful streams and rivers we had been fascinated by for weeks, but we also had a fantastic local guide whose knowledge and love of the region only increased our admiration for it. Oh, and we got to learn new fishing skills and catch fish we’d never seen before for the whole day.
Note: all of the fish caught were released ASAP. We didn’t keep any fish on the day.
The night before
We were already falling in love with Ketchum, Idaho as a town and we were pretty excited about the fishing trip. The weather was uncertain – it was raining when we arrived in Ketchum, and we’d been into Silvercreek Outfitters (the store we organised the guided trip through) the afternoon before our trip and heard the trips that day had been cold and wet. So we packed a little fishing bag with thermals, beanies, gloves, hats, spare socks, and of course rain jackets – we were fairly confident we were ready for our freezing day of fishing.
We briefly spoke to our guide, Brian, that night on the phone, organising the time to meet and covering a few other quick details – just long enough know he was our kind of people.
The morning of
By some strange stroke of luck, the day of our trip dawned clear and bright, without a raincloud in sight. Still, we brought our prep bag with us, not trusting the blue sky. We arrived at Silvercreek Outfitters, met our awesome guide, Brian, organised our fishing licences and hire gear, and set out on the road. (We were particularly impressed that the fishing licenses and hire gear were all included in the price of the full-day guide trip – it’s always nice when there are no money surprises!)
The first stop
Brian put some real thought into where to take the two Aussies. There were two options he came up with – one, the valley we came into Ketchum through (the breathtaking one mentioned in our last blog post) and two, heading towards the little town of Stanley, higher in the mountains towards (another) picturesque setting.
Oddly enough, Stanley was the whole reason we were in Ketchum. In planning our trip, Kurt was glancing over the maps, happened upon Stanley and decided he wanted to go there. After looking it up, Nicole was totally on board with that plan. And somehow, Brian decided that was where we headed.
As we headed (further) into the mountains, the clouds were so low they almost looked like fog, only adding to the sense of wonder as we wound into the mountains, through Stanley and towards our first fishing spot for the day.
By the time we finished getting into our waders and boots (so good looking), the clouds burned off under the sunshine, and we waddled gracefully towards the river. We started with a lesson in fly fishing. Brian was a great teacher, breaking down the simple cast, what to do when a fish bites, and how to pull it in. When he was done, we got straight into it. Kurt went first, wading into the water next to a deep pool in the river.

Brian got us started us on a section of the river full of a fish he called “whities” (mountain white fish). Turns out, mountain white fish aren’t that bright, making them an ideal learning-to-fly-fish fish. If there’s food, they’ll eat, even if they’ve been hooked recently.
Turns out the casting isn’t too hard (at least, it wasn’t with our expert guide helping out), but learning to hook the fish when they nibble is a little harder. In the fishing we’d done before, fish eat the bait and they’re hooked. In fly fishing, the hooks generally don’t have barbs and they’re very small – and the fish figure out pretty quickly that what they just put in their mouth is decidedly NOT a bug worth eating. So before they spit it out, the fisherman (or woman) needs to lift the rod sharply to set the hook. Kurt managed this quickly (of course), but Nicole missed a few bites before getting the hang of it.
The next stage
Once we were comfortable with the process, we moved up the river to an area with trout, mountain white fish and potentially a few other species. When we reached it, Brian was pretty excited to see what we were sure were bull trout and some other large fish at the bottom of a deep pool. Kurt and Brian sidled into place low at the side of the river to avoid spooking them.
They tried various flies and depths to tempt the fish and while Kurt did manage to tempt a few mountain white fish, the bigger fish we could see remained pretty passive.
Nicole moved in a little higher up the river, trying to tempt some trout from an overhang with sticks. It took a lot of concentration to re-cast when the fly was getting too close to the snaggy sticks. And Nicole is pretty easily distracted… Thankfully Brian was there to save the day (and the fly) when Nicole inevitably got snagged.
Not having much luck with what we were doing, Brian changed things up, and had Kurt cast a little further out where Nicole had been. We were about to wrap up and leave the area when a huge bull trout lunged for the indicator on Kurt’s line. (That’s the little floating plastic ball that gets pulled under the water when a fish takes the fly – the fish aren’t supposed to be interested in it!)
Pretty excited to have found a hungry bull trout, Brian had Kurt cast again in the same area. When nothing happened, they swapped lures, changed positions and changed lures again, but sadly nothing tempted the bull trout again.
That said, Kurt did manage to catch (on a regular fly) a rare sucker fish from the deeper pool in this section of the river. We were also lucky enough to see a couple of sockeye salmon, which have often died off after breeding by this point in the year. They were a deep, dark red and very cool!
Lunch
Was so darn good. Possibly the best packed lunch we’ve ever had. And the little table where we had lunch had some adorable little companions – chipmunks!

Third (and final) fishing stop
After lunch, we got back in the car and drove to another spot on the Salmon River. Because Kurt’s rod had the special fly on it from the attempted bull trout catch, Nicole was set up first in the river.

And instantly, trout were biting. In the first few minutes, she was catching a fish each cast. It was a mix of rainbow trout and mountain white fish, but primarily rainbow trout. Because of this, she kept Brian pretty busy, meaning he couldn’t set Kurt’s rod back to a normal fly for a little while and Kurt took a little longer to get back in the river. (Nicole was happily and steadily increasing her fish lead, and was therefore not remotely unhappy about this.)

Once Kurt was all set up, he was back in the river casting. He even managed to start false casting (that’s the casting you would normally associate with fly fishing, with lots of flicking back and forth… it was pretty impressive). That said, Kurt was casting a little further along the river and not having much luck, so we swapped positions. Not long later, Kurt finally pulled in his first rainbow trout.
We had another run-in with a bull trout (bye bye Nicole’s fly!), some more mountain white fish, and then, before we knew it, the sun was setting and it was time to head back.
At the end of the day, Nicole had caught more fish, but Kurt had caught more species… so we called it a tie. (*Cough* Nicole won *cough*.)
We finished our perfect day with a great dinner at Pioneer Saloon – awesome food, fantastic service – and a walk around Ketchum. Just a few metres from our hotel room (five steps from our room door), the rain started. We headed inside and pretty much passed out, exhausted and so so happy with the day.
Throughout the day, Brian shared stories of the region with us, teaching us not only about fly fishing and the fish species, but about deer, wolves, bears and the locals. It was honestly the best experience we could have hoped for.






























