I’m not really a “checkmark” guy – the kind of fly fisherman who needs marks on a checklist to feel good about a season of fly fishing – but I did notice I was about to walk away from 2010 without catching a single Brook Trout
That seemed odd, being as the Brook Trout is The Official Char of the Trout Underground, but it’s also a fish found in only a few places locally – places that are frankly drop-dead gorgeous.
Which is how I found myself hiking to a couple high-altitude, Brookie-rich alpine lakes with Craig Nielsen of Shasta Trout, essentially trading sweat and labor for what amounts to peace of mind (at least in the small char department).
Plus, it’s not all that hard on the eyes;

Craig Nielsen fly fishing an alpine lake
Checklists are funny things; let them rule your life, and you’ll end up like the OCD guy with a notebook who records his life in ten-minute increments.
Ignore them entirely, and you might end up looking back over a trout season, wondering why the hell you didn’t make the trip into the high country before it was snowed in.
Somewhere in the middle lies an eight-mile hike to an alpine lake – and for trout that were likely to be smaller than the fish an eight-minute drive from your house.
In other words, it was a perfectly ordinary fishing trip – one that almost any fly fisherman would recognize, if not condone.
First, the good news. I got my Brookie:

He ain't heavy, he's my Brookie
I also got to fish with Craig Nielsen – something that should happen several times over the course of a season, but hasn’t. After all, when headhunting isn’t on the agenda, some insightful conversation probably is, and the choice of fishing/hiking partner becomes critical.
Fortunately, Nielsen and I had plenty to talk about; everything from fishing to the Klamath Dam removal mess to the McCloud Hydro relicensing issue.
We live in complicated times, and while the ability to escape the madness is a godsend, sometimes making sense of it is almost as useful.
Then there’s the calming effect of honest labor; hiking an up-and-down eight miles at altitude leaves you tired but feeling like you’ve done something useful with your Saturday.

It's a walk, but a kinda pretty one...
In other words, fly fishing for Brookies in alpine lakes pretty much pushes all the desirable buttons: exercise, peace of mind, eye candy and a longer life.
See you on the trail (before the snow flies), Tom Chandler.






























ahhhhh! Before the snow flies?
It got down to 22F in northern Maine last night. I feel like the snow will be flying here before I’m finished typing this..!
Nice Brookie TC. Nothin’ in the world quite like em’!
MaineFlyCastings(Quote)
Great water!! Lovely fish… Brookies are my favorite too like living jewels…. Yours are colored a bit different than ours …. I wonder how many strains there are????? I think the answer is not enough…never enough
Marty(Quote)
That’s beautiful country you folks scramble around in. And the fact that those lovely invasives called brook trout are there too only makes it more beautiful.
fishskicanoe(Quote)
Great photos and writing. Thanks!
Owl Jones(Quote)
Fishing isn’t “honest labor,” no matter how many miles you had to hike.
strategery(Quote)
That first shot took me back to an alpine lake in Utah I used to fish with my grandfather. I love places like that. Someday I hope to get back to one and try to trick a few fishies.
Guys Flies and Pies(Quote)
Great story, Tom. It is pushing to the front burner my desire to get up into the nearby Shenandoah National Park. When you do these hikes, do you dress for a hike or for a fishing trip? It may be the brush in the foreground, but the photos of Craig looks like he’s ankle deep in that lake. Do you pack in your wading boots and a pair of dry socks and then wet wade? I was planning to treat my trip like a hike, but with the potential for catching fish — lash the rod to the backpack, bring some flies and a lanyard, but that’s it. I’d love to hear your approach.
Greg(Quote)
Hike. Fishing’s easy (at least compared to humping your way up a steep ridge), and hiking hurts.
In this case, we brought sandals so we could wade if needed, but in truth, these alpine lakes are often unawadeable.
I use a technical style winter daypack (an old Lowe Alpine) which has a lot of lash points and a snowboard/snowshoe flap on the outside so you can attach wet waders/boots/etc if needed.
I’m also testing a Glacier Glove fly fishing specific pack that offers wet compartment storage for waders and boots – an interesting concept.
In any case, don’t put on waders and then try to hike four miles in warm weather. You’ll die (and deserve it).
Obviously, it’s best to skip the waders if you can, and since wading boots weight a ton, wading sandals (or river sandals like Keens, Chacos, etc) aren’t a bad idea.
They aren’t great on streams, but they do a decent job in lakes.
If I’m fishing a stream, I’m happy to bring in my Patagonia wading boots, which are lighter than most other brands.
Good luck.
Tom Chandler(Quote)
My daughter told me about a beautiful lake in Sequoia N.P. this past August. Only seven miles there, and seven out with about a 2000 ‘ altitude gain, starting at 7000 ‘. She did the trip, and said there were lots of fish, lots of rises. I didn’t go, and now I’m sorry I didn’t.
Kentucky Jim(Quote)
What a great story. In late July, for my birthday, a buddy and myself hiked ten miles into Mineral King in the Sequoia National Park and fished a little creek and a high mountain lake for nothing but Brookies. Good friends, great fishing, priceless. Thanks for an awsome website.
Shawn(Quote)
This story has inspired me to head out this weekend with some good friends for a few days in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park. We’ll see how the fishin is, but most of the time for me it’s not all about the fishing anyway. :)
Owl Jones(Quote)
Oh, so you’re a drug user then… 8-)
Tom Chandler(Quote)
Thanks for the advice. On Saturday my wife and I took a 6-mile round trip hike (1100′ elevation change) on a trail in the Shenandoah Nat’l Park that follows a stream. I brought my 7’6″ 4 wt and an assortment of dry flies and no Tevas or wading boots. There are some nice pools between falls, and they looked fishy, but the water was crystal clear and the only fish we saw was an 8″ brookie that had managed to flop out of the stream onto the boulder Emily was sitting on while I fished a pool 20 yds up stream (we gently helped it back into the water). Of course, at that point we KNEW there were fish, which was tantalizing, but it was getting dark and we headed back to the trailhead. Definitely a spot we’ll have to revisit. I totally get your small stream addiction.
Greg(Quote)