Lamar River Pack Trip 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009 at 10:45AM I spent last week travelling some thirty five miles on horseback, hiking almost the same, listening to wolves howl in the distance, watching them run up hillsides, spooking grizzly bears from the trail, revelling in campfire stories, gazing at a sky so full of stars you'd swear you could touch one, and guiding a fantastic group of fishermen into arguably the best Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout fishery remaining today.

We began our trip near the shores of Yellowstone Lake on Pelican Creek. The first day's ride took us through the beautiful Pelican Valley, and up to Mist Creek Pass. On day two we followed Mist Creek from its headwaters on the divide, watching it turn from a trickle that was barely big enough to get drinking water from to a beautiful trout stream that joins the Lamar River. We camped at the junction of Mist Creek and the Lamar for three nights where we explore the upper reaches of the Lamar and its tributaries.

Late summer conditions provided cold, star-filled nights and hot, sunny afternoons. Each morning, as the sun slowly warmed the hillsides, the chirping of hoppers would grow from an occasional buzz to a constant volley. The water warmed soon after, and the upper Lamar's seemingly endless supply of Cutthroat Trout were on the hunt for terrestrials.


At the end of the day it was back to camp for some of George's cowboy cuisine, Bill's hand-picked wine, and a lively round campfire conversation.

Three days and dozens of cutthroat later, it was time to leave our upper Lamar basecamp and head down river. Six miles downstream from its confluence with Mist Creek, the Lamar grows in size and flows in and out of small pocket canyons. Our final two nights were spent camped roughly a mile upstream of Miller Creek's junction with the Lamar where we enjoyed access to the middle Lamar's larger water and bigger fish.
On the seventh, and final, day of our trip we rode out ten miles to the Lamar Valley and our trailhead near the Soda Butte junction. The ride, and ultimately our trip was capped off by an up close and personal view of several hundred snorting, grunting bison spread out across the valley.
This was my 12th trip to the headwaters of the Lamar. Every time I reach that vast meadow at the junction of Mist Creek and the Lamar, or hear the wolves howling below Pollux and Castor peaks I'm struck with a feeling of raw wilderness that's unlike any other part of the park. It's a special place, and I'm happy to have shared it with another fantastic group of adventurous anglers. Many thanks to Denny, Bruce, Bill, Ken, Greg, Dave, George, and Bill.
For a google map of our trip to the Lamar CLICK HERE.
To learn more about Oarsmen's Horse Trips CLICK HERE.
Steve Hoovler
September '09
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