The coloring of the fish was interesting as it started to become clear that there were rainbows like the one above with a more orange than pink lateral band, mixed in with typical rainbows pink sided.
There were some epic pools as I climbed the drainage to the upper reaches. After each large plunge I passed I expected the fish to be non-existent above it. Instead, not only were there fish, the fish got more and more interesting.
In the above pool I got the Mike Alstott of trout you can see here. Look at the shoulders on this guy.
I came to this pool and didn't think much of it at first, until I realized how deep the water was behind that rock. Then, I noticed something moving just down from the whitewater. I had been varying my fishing from dead drifting and stripping streamers mixed in with a short time catching on a stimulator. Here, I diced to just toss in my streamer and dead drift it back. On the first case I placed the fly just where I wanted, toward the left seam and let it skip along back with the current. After a moment, bam! something hit and I saw a better view of what I had previously only halfway dreamed I had seen. He hit, but not hard, I could see a very light complexion on the fish's side, something was different with this fish. I cast again, immediately, to the same spot. Within seconds the fish struck again and this time I set the hook! It was a pretty serious fish, maybe the biggest I have encountered in the local mountains. As I brought him in, I was slightly confused and mostly stoked. The fish was, well, orange, and cream, with dark spots. It looked like a Little Kern Golden trout!
Definitely the most interesting fish I have yet to catch. Looks to be a male as you can see a slight hump on the top of the head just back from the eyes.
After this fish I was ready to go, but hiked and fished a bit further just to see what was around the next bend. This was a really unique place to fish and it is certainly going to be difficult to wait 19 years to visit again.