Crystal Lake Resort

Fishing Stories

The Beaverpond

By Dan Brooks

The very first year I guided for my Dad he took me into a little lake called the Beaverpond. It was quite a hike, about 2 miles long along the Crystal Lake Creek. It is aptly named the Beaverpond, as the beaver dam that created it is all that makes it a lake. Without the dam it would just be a creek.

While moose hunting there I’d seen lots of rainbow trout jumping, and decided to come back to fish it the next summer.  It was relatively easy to convince my brother Nathan to join me, in fact he may have insisted on accompanying me.  When we got to the lake, the weeds made it impossible to get our lures out into the deeper water where the trout were jumping, teasing us.  Soon we’d taken off our boots and rolled up our pants.  When that didn’t get us far enough into the water, we took off our pants and waded out further.  When that wasn’t enough, we were pretty much skinny dipping up to our armpits, covered in weeds, but catching tons of 12-16” rainbows, exiting the water each time we caught one.  Needless to say, we were super grateful to catch our limit quickly, get dressed and hike out of there, it was mighty cold water.

The following week we packed in a boat, determined to conquer this lake.  The trail was a narrow hiking trail, and the boat proved tough to squeeze through the trees.  After the first while we arrived at the first creek crossing, and exhausted Nathan dropped the boat and ran down to the creek to take a drink.  He had scarcely done so when I looked upstream and saw a dead cow moose lying in the creek, who knows what from.  I didn’t drink, and though we were both exhausted carrying the boat, by the time we got to the Beaverpond, Nathan seemed in better shape than me, having had some refreshment along the way.  The fishing was amazing of course, and significantly warmer from a boat.  The next week we brought in a client friend of mine Stephen.  We laughed with him about the dead moose until we got to that section of trail and discovered it missing.  Closer inspection revealed it had been buried by a grizzly, so we high tailed it out of there, and decided the fishing could wait until next year!

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