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Outdoor Adventures: Rookies take to the river in the Rockies

Jen Mihal gets ready for fly fishing.

Jen Mihal gets ready for fly fishing.

The sage stood still as the cry echoed by the bend in the Provo River.

“Fish on,” I screamed.

Ken and Jen Mihal swiftly sprung into action as I quickly forgot nearly everything the husband and wife guides had taught me earlier in the day as my rod squirreled furiously from the hit at the end of the line.

“Let him run, let him run,” Ken said as I stood in the flowing river under the dramatic Utah sky, temps in the 40s, the sun sneaking in with spits of snow. “Give him line, give him line.”

I fed the line, the fish darting about.

“Keep that rod tip up,” Jen said as I did battle with what lay beneath.

Stripping line, feeding line. The minutes flew by and next thing there was Jen with a net. The juju baetis fly proved too tantalizing for the 12-inch German brown trout with its colorful spots. Gingerly, guide, angler and fish posed for the obligatory photos.

“This is all about wearing him out,” Jen said.

Adrenalin flowed through us, though the trout probably wasn’t all that happy. But after the grip-and-grin session, the fish was returned to it home.

“The fish dictates everything,” Ken said.

On that splendid spring morning, four fly-fishing neophytes plied the blue-ribbon waters of the Provo under the guidance of the Park City pair and their guide service called Park City on the Fly (parkcityonthefly.com). While skiers and snowboarders carved the copious spring snow, we drove maybe 20 minutes from the home of chairlifts to the Heber Valley with its snow-choked mountains and cottonwoods yearning to bud to try our novice skills against the home team trout.

Parking by the roadside, the Mihals provided foldable chairs and mats for us to change into waders and boots while also providing us with fingerless gloves to ward against the morning chill. Our one-day Utah fishing license on each of us, we made the five-minute march along the trail through the scrub to the edge of the wild water, where even before we reached that stunning bend, Ken pointed out fish.

“Look, by the rocks,” he said, stopping us. “You see it there, big fish.”

We did.

We were on the way to the middle of a 10-mile stretch of the Provo that flows through Heber City, flowing from the Jordanelle Reservoir to Deer Creek. The portion, Ken said, has 2,000 to 3,000 fish per mile.

The river has been restored in the past 10 years, and so have the river otters, as we saw one scamper along the water’s edge.

The Mihals have been guiding for about 12 years, and decided to open their own business a few years ago. They guide on other area rivers like the Weber, Strawberry and Duchesne.

They live the ski-town life, offering their guiding services year-round while supplementing their lifestyle as many outdoor lovers do with night work.

“I came out here 20 years ago and I was going to be a ski bum for a season until I picked up a fly rod,” Ken said. “That changed our lives.”

At the water’s edge, the Mihals schooled us on casting, reading the bobbing indicator and drifting along the lanes in the water before unleashing us into the chilly water with the alternating sandy and rocky bottoms.

Spread out, it didn’t take long before the cry of “fish on” pierced the air. Over the course of the morning, trout were caught and released. High fives were made, hoots of joy were shouted.

The Mihals moved us around in the water, helping us get those mends better so the indicator could be ahead of the line as the casts led to drifts down the water. That indicator gave false hope at times – a “hit” sometimes wasn’t a fish, but a rock.

Of course, fish tales are also about the ones that got away. With every fish netted, there were ones that said, “Nope, just teasing y’all.”

I watched as my fellow angler yelled “fish on” and did respectable battle with a fish, rod bending furiously, stripping done gracefully, only for the rod to bend one more time and then be done.

“That was a good fight,” Ken said. “That was a big, angry fish. You can’t land them all. You have to enjoy the fight.”

And also enjoy those riverside grip-and-grin sessions when the fishing goes your way.

(Marty Basch can be reached through onetankaway.com.)

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