What to do? Mope? Nope. Instead we headed for some of the lesser known creeks in the area, such as Black Tail Deer Creek, about 35 miles south east of Dillon.
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Black Tail Deer Creek is a tiny stream, that meanders through brushy willows. When we first arrived, I didn't think there would be any fish living there. The water was pretty cloudy, and you could jump from one side of the creek to the other.
I tied on a caddis, and tossed it in. A 10" rainbow hammered my fly on the first cast. That was the last Rainbow I caught all day (the rest were Brookies).
My father and I spent the next several hours throwing caddis flies around every bend in the creek. A stealthy approach, and careful casting to avoid the brushy willows was rewarded with a hungry Brookie.

Sometimes, the smallest creeks hold the biggest rewards. While the fish weren't huge in Black Tail Deer Creek, the location couldn't be beat. My wife doesn't fish, but does enjoy painting. She has produced some really great pictures, and are good reminders of my fishing adventures.
The picture below was the setting for one of her paintings. You can see how it turned out by visiting Sherri's blog.
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