I spent a good part of a day driving down any trail or dirt rd I could get my truck down trying to get to the reservoir from the North side and found nothing but private property or dead ends or trails not made for a truck. I finally made it far enough up Silver City Rd. to find a small creek called Sinker Creek but it seemed so small it wouldn't be fishable so I walked around for a bit and decided to pass it up and head to Silver City because a friend said there was fishable waters there. After a drive up there and looking around for a bit, I wanted to head back down and find a way into the res.
I tried to follow my gps down a road called Sinker Creek Rd, but it is now called Joyce Ranch and is a hunting club of some sort. I have the same last name and was hoping it was long lost fam, but the No trespassing sign was stopping me from heading in too far.
The next turn off south brings you around the South side of the res and canyon and finally you can see the res but the roads are scary steep! I took a chance on one of them but would never do it again as in 4 low and 1st gear, I was creeping along on a hell of an angle. After getting to the water and getting blasted by wind I decided to try where the creek feeds the Res. On my way up that really steep part, I swear I was looking straight up at nothing but sky and that I could feel my front tires leaving the ground in my Tahoe. I couldn't see anything and was going on faith. A short trip later I found another rd that lead to where I wanted to be but this road was even steeper and had so much loose rock I never would have made it down. There was another truck at the top of the road and he/she had obviously walked down so I figured leave em be and try another day.
I followed the road down further and found it had led back into Sinker creek and it looked small but nice and decided to throw a fly. Nothing would bite and I wasn't even sure this place even had fish. I decided to pack up for the night and fish my way back to the truck and being dumb, I stopped watching my footing and stepped directly over a 3.5 foot rattler coiled up. I didn't hear a peep from him, but the friend I was with behind me near stepped on it 2 steps behind me after I pissed it off and it gave off a little rattle and slithered away under a tree!
After that huge scare and rush of adrenalin, I was ready to give up. But then I found a nice deep 3x3 hole shaded by a large bush with a sandy bottom and tried again. I pulled out 2 nice little trout. 1 is a cutbow and the other a rainbow of sorts.
My question to you guys/gals; Did I finally get a true Redband Trout out of the Owyhees? or is this just another Juvenile Rainbow?