Finally…I have fished the entire South Slope. Fishing White Rocks the last river on the South Slope of the Uinta’s.
It’s almost more of a relief than anything; being able to say “Why yes as a matter of fact I have fished every river on the South Slope of the Uintah’s.” Or …my favorite river on the South Slope…well let me think.” It’s not that I fish different rivers for the bragging rights, it more of a sense of accomplishment and completion, that I finally had the discipline to drive past so many amazing rivers to fish the last one on my list—White Rocks.
Like so many other times, it almost didn’t happen, for exactly the same reason—you get to Rock Creek or the Strawberry and say, “Oh today looks so nice, let’s just hit this river today, or we’ll get to White Rocks next time we’re out here.” In fact right up to the last second I didn’t really know if I would turn to go to Rock Creek, or keep going. I asked Johnny and Evan, and they didn’t want to make the call either; then I thought, “I'm the one holding the wheel, I'm gonna make a decision!” I didn’t turn, and we arrived at White Rocks almost an hour and a half later; all of us busting out of the truck--ready to get our feet wet.
Now that I have fished all 5 of the South Slope Rivers I can compare them, I can rate them 1-5. I can come up with a dozen different categories on how they stack up, and which one has this over that and so on. I can go nuts and analyze the absolute hell out of each river. But I’m not, because who really wants to read that? And more importantly whatever I have to say won’t come close to you getting off the computer, and getting your sorry ass in the river.
With that said though, I still have to make a few comments about it: First off wow you are not going to be prepared for how scenic White Rocks is; especially after driving through the town of White Rocks. Getting out there is quite an adventure. First off it is a strange mixture of beautiful rolling green farm land mixed with arid desert openness. You roll through one area with ideal ranches and farm houses, just to round a hill to find Hill-Billy Shanty heaven. I still don’t get why some of those dudes have 30 dead cars on their property and a pack of rabid tire biting Pit Bulls to protect them. But getting back to the river, I don’t see how you could stuff anymore beauty into that river and canyon. I will even go so far to say it could be stacked up against any river in Utah in terms of its lush green pine and quakies, rock cliff walls and clear clean water bubbling over a bed of boulders. On top of all that, the fish themselves have stunning red and orange bellies and fins.
All the rivers of the South Slope are truly amazing, and although they are all very similar, they each have their own distinct features and qualities about them. Now that I have fished them all, my next task is to become Guru-Master on each and every one of them—well at least two of them.
Like so many other times, it almost didn’t happen, for exactly the same reason—you get to Rock Creek or the Strawberry and say, “Oh today looks so nice, let’s just hit this river today, or we’ll get to White Rocks next time we’re out here.” In fact right up to the last second I didn’t really know if I would turn to go to Rock Creek, or keep going. I asked Johnny and Evan, and they didn’t want to make the call either; then I thought, “I'm the one holding the wheel, I'm gonna make a decision!” I didn’t turn, and we arrived at White Rocks almost an hour and a half later; all of us busting out of the truck--ready to get our feet wet.
Now that I have fished all 5 of the South Slope Rivers I can compare them, I can rate them 1-5. I can come up with a dozen different categories on how they stack up, and which one has this over that and so on. I can go nuts and analyze the absolute hell out of each river. But I’m not, because who really wants to read that? And more importantly whatever I have to say won’t come close to you getting off the computer, and getting your sorry ass in the river.
With that said though, I still have to make a few comments about it: First off wow you are not going to be prepared for how scenic White Rocks is; especially after driving through the town of White Rocks. Getting out there is quite an adventure. First off it is a strange mixture of beautiful rolling green farm land mixed with arid desert openness. You roll through one area with ideal ranches and farm houses, just to round a hill to find Hill-Billy Shanty heaven. I still don’t get why some of those dudes have 30 dead cars on their property and a pack of rabid tire biting Pit Bulls to protect them. But getting back to the river, I don’t see how you could stuff anymore beauty into that river and canyon. I will even go so far to say it could be stacked up against any river in Utah in terms of its lush green pine and quakies, rock cliff walls and clear clean water bubbling over a bed of boulders. On top of all that, the fish themselves have stunning red and orange bellies and fins.
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