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For those who didn't know, Ryan Kelly - The Green River Fly Fisher, spends the other part of his life on a different form of water. Here he mixes his loves of the liquid.
The White Room. This is an oft used description for deep powder days, so deep where a snorkel is required. I couldn't take it anymore! My social media was being inundated with Cottonwood Canyon powder day glee. I convinced, (though it wasn't hard) Flaming Gorge Resort guide David Peters to plow his way through the Green River's own version of the white room. Giant flakes were falling like cascading water falls over the cliffs of Red Canyon. Even though the flakes were melting instantaneously as they glided into the water, the river appeared as if the snow was beginning to accumulate. This was a BWO hatch of epic proportions. It wasn't long before 1000's of fish began rising, gulping in bugs and snowflakes at the same time. The white room was in full force, white from the sky, white from paralyzed BWO adults, and the more euphoric white looking down the throat of gulping trout. These fish were keyed on my over-sized cripple (#14) and kept my hands nice and wet. After several specimens made an appearance in the net it reminded me that late spring snow storms are just for powder hounds, but trout bums as well. After I came down from the metaphorically euphoric mountain, I returned home to my kids who were giggling with delight as they ate yellow snow. Not to worry, it was just mango flavored snow cone syrup. There are myriad ways to enjoy snow and it made us all giggle in one way or another.