I took my twin brother Kevin and our buddy Jason up to this great alpine lake today. The hike is really not a big deal, it took us about an hour at a leisurely pace to get to Little Eight Mile Lake where we threw in some rooster tails for a couple casts. We were immediately rewarded. Jason caught a nice Cutt and then I immediately caught a 9" brook. On the way back to the trail I figured I'd throw in one more time. Well, I am glad I did. I had a huge bend on my pole and a 2-3 minute fight. I brought it close to shore, and by that time Kevin and Jason were there to see what this big fish was. Remember, this little lake is nothing more than a mud hole this year as the creek is slow. Anyway, right as I got this sucker to shore, the sun was glaring and I couldn't see what it was, but all I could see was Jason's jaw drop about six inches. Anyway, this brook trout was 19" long and weighed nearly three pounds. It was fat and it was the king of this tiny lake. Well, the hike was worth just catching that one fish, but we took off for the remaining 15 minutes of hiking to the big lake. I took off down the west shore while Jason and Kevin did the east shore. We were disappointed at first as we didn't even have a bite for the first hour of fishing. Luck soon came to us as I heard Jason yell across the lake that he finally had a fish on. It was a 14" rainbow. We ended up catching 22 fish altogether, majority by the northernmost inlet stream. We used red roostertails, orange blue foxes, kastmasters, and promise keepers. These rainbows are HUGE for an alpine lake. The biggest was nearly 17". If you don't believe me, I suggest you take a hike into this gem of a lake. I was greatly surprised. There aren't as many fish in here and the action wasn't as great as some of the other high mountain lakes I've been to, but the size, quality, and feistiness of these fish more than make up for the lack of them. I was told by other fisherman today that there are also brown trout and mackinaw in there, but I didn't care.

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