3 Jul

Happy 4th of July!

Happy 4th of July!

Happy 4th from us at the Big Lost Ranch! The frequent thunder showers have kept everything green and the flowers are still in their prime. The rivers are cleared up and we are looking forward to catching trout. We have had a busy season but still have dates available so please contact us.

Have a happy holiday from the Kaisers at the Big Lost Ranch.

 

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14 Dec

New website up and ready to go for 2013 season

We have finally updated our website and are looking foward to an amazing 2013 Summer at the Big Lost Ranch.

24 Feb

Looking Good

We have had a great winter in the area, and this will lead to more water, which in turn means more fish and a beautiful year. Please e-mail us or vist our website for reservations.

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30 Oct

Ranch Photos

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Here is a few photos, we’ll be adding more shortly. (more…)

15 Sep

The biglostranch is doing great

Elk bow season has just opened, and the fishing is great. The early hints of fall colors are comming to the trees around the Big Lost Ranch, the weather is lovely, and the we have some openings. No matter what you like relaxing, hunting, fishing, or hiking the Big Lost Ranch is a great place to do it. ( we heard the hunting is going good)

A story by my son about a fishing experance earlier this year.

Once in a Lifetime
It was a drizzly Saturday afternoon, and my family, and I were on a fishing expedition to a spot that hadn’t produced fish in a while. When you raised your head from the serene water you were greeted by a beautiful basin and huge towering mountains as far as you could see. The clouds overhead were gray, but just dense enough to let a constant sprinkle of rain settle on our forest green rain jackets. The water would then slip off our slick coats, and eventually it made its way into the bottom of our canoe. The area around us was bare as the Great Plains, the only things protruding were a few lonely patches of cat tails. I then spotted a likely fishing hole up ahead. I silently whispered to my father, “dad pull the canoe over on this bank then I’ll be able to sneak up on this hole.” As I stepped onto the seemingly firm bank I realized that it was a few tussocks in a vast marsh. The hole was only ten feet from casting distance, but just to get there tested your balance and wit. On my rod was a huge cone head olive green woolly buger that just whispered, “Hey trout eat me up.” As I scoped out the hole I decided to start at the head and work my way to the better deep spot. My first cast splashed down in the water momentarily breaking the calmness of the mirror like surface. I slowly stripped the line in, and right as I pulled it out of the water I realized there was a vibrant red fish directly ahead of me. In the shallow water this fish was just sitting there his color seamed to belong on a tricycle more than in nature. I was getting excited by now adrenalin was racing through my blood. I made a beautiful cast right next to the fish, luckily the wind disguised my big green bug’s splash. As I stripped it in I realized that I didn’t take the wind into account while making my cast, the fly glided right behind the fish. Now I was ready to try again, but this time nothing could go wrong, but as I looked for the trout I saw him lazily swimming away in search of food. I decided that there could likely be more fish in the area, but if they weren’t as vibrant as him I wouldn’t see them. I made a similar cast as before, but this time was much different, I slowly striped the line strip, strip, pause, strip, strip, pause. It was peaceful the only sounds were of distant thunder and the chirping of birds hiding from the fierce Marsh hawks. Then in one split second all of this vanished, and the serenity was broken. WOOOSH! My line shot out I quickly lifted my rod tip up, and in the first millisecond I knew this was no average fish. As suddenly as the strike occurred the fish jumped with all of his might out of the water, I don’t know what I was more in awe of, the size and brilliant colors of the fish, or how high he jumped. Gazing back to the time of this fight I remember every split second as if it happened in slow motion. Then the fish raced towards me with the ferocity and speed of a formula one car. I reeled as fast as my hands could just to keep the tension on that line. The fish was heading straight for me, and looked as if he were going to run me down. The fish then made another spectacular jump, but this time he landed right on the bank next to me, but this fish wasn’t giving up this easily, he then flopped right back in the water, and started racing away again. At this moment my hands were busy trying to turn the drag on the reel to full force; even after this task was completed the fish still was stripping line with no effort at all. The fish made a final jump that was as spectacular as his previous jumps. I then realized that this fish was going to break my 1x leader if I didn’t hurry along with him. My third frantic step of following the fish was a disaster I landed in a space between the patches of grass and fell into waist deep mud, but nothing could stop me from catching this fish of a lifetime. I got up and continued towards the fish that was almost to our canoe. I probably fell in three more holes by the time I realized where the fish was headed. I was heart struck as I saw the fish heading right under the canoe. I leaped with all my might and just managed to get my line on the other side of the canoes bow. By now my dad was in the water with the net in hand, and my mother was screaming for the camera that was in my pocket. The fish was out of options, and did a remarkable thing he plowed right into my dad’s arms, as if he was trying to get him. My dad quickly realized the net was to be no help so he grabbed the fish with his whole body as I passed the camera to my mother. In person the fish was vastly larger than I imagined. My mom snapped a few photos, as we got the woolly bugger out of his mouth. I was then handed the fish, and realized that with the increased water temperature of the stream that this fish is probably suffering from a lack of oxygen. I told my mother that we couldn’t hold him up because a fish of this status didn’t deserve to die. The fish was a beautiful cut-bow (a cross between a rainbow and a cutthroat) the fish was twenty nine inches long, and extremely think; his head was like an Alaskan salmons, and his teeth small razors. I worked with the fish for a while and finally he swam off towards the hole that was his home. I was in so much shock that I just watched him swim away. I then calmly told my parents, “I think this spot is back for a while.” Nothing we did or caught that day would compare to that fish, it was a fish of a life time, and I caught it being a fifteen year old. We later got the pictures back, but they just didn’t show the true beauty, and size of that truly majestic creature. He was a fish that just doesn’t come by that often; he was as native as can be, a purebred trout that comes around once in a lifetime.

Jake Kaiser

28 Jul

Fishing on fire

The fishing right off the Big Lost Ranch is great. You can walk from our cabins and catch fish
like crazy. Its been beautiful, and very temprate up here. Were looking foward to the great year in store