As the terrain changes from canyon country to wide open desert meadows, the river widens considerably and slows its pace. The C section of the river starts at Indian Crossing and you can take-out at a number of places downstream, but I prefer to float through and take-out after Swallow Canyon. Floating this section of the river takes you down through Browns Park Wildlife Refuge which is an amazing place for you birdwatchers out there! We were lucky enough to see countless Blue Heron, Bald Eagles, Peregrine Falcons, Red Tailed Hawks, Beavers and all sorts of critters.
The river is slow and at times you wonder if you are even moving at all. I find it best to row through these lake-y types of water and find some faster water. After a long winter of sitting on the bottom of the deepest, slowest parts of the river, the fish are getting eager to move around and soak up warmth of the springtime sun. I was eager to get to a nice fishy place I call Bald Eagle Run. There is a big nesting stand about 100 feet from the river and you can count on Mom and Dad Eagle and some chicks.
As soon as we spotted the nesting stand, it was time to pull over and get to some fishing. Before I even had the anchor dropped, I spotted a nice Brown rising in some faster riffle type water. Only a couple casts in, I had him on a black Fat Albert cicada imitation; he fought hard and I let him go, as always. I fished the run with the Cicada pattern for at least an hour and landed half a dozen nice fish. After the glorious hour, I had to switch back to the nymph rig, as I suspect word spread in the fish community to not eat the foam fly. The nymph rig got a few more fish and then they started to try to eat my Thing-a-mabobber so naturally I switched back to the Fat Albert and stuck a few more. Time to move on.
The very last part of the C section is Swallow Canyon. A mini-version of its up river bigger brother, Red Canyon. The red rock walls aren’t as high, and there are no rapids, but this is where the biggest fish live. Just as we pulled into the only faster water in Swallow Canyon, the fishing gods turned against me. The wind started to blow 40mph and the fishing day was more or less over. As soon as I got back on the oars, the sun came out and the wind died go figure. We only had another mile or so to go so we floated real slow and drank a couple more of our tasty Wyoming micro brews before pulling off river to camp for the night.
Spring on the Green river can be fickle, weather and fishing wise so all-in-all, it was a flawless trip. The fish ate everything I threw at em and the weather was outstanding.