CUTTHROAT QUEST
We had left the pavement miles back. A dust cloud pillar followed in our wake. For once, it was quiet inside the cab of the F-150. Three days into our quest for the Utah Cutthroat Slam, we had bet it all on this one last push to get the final trout—the Yellowstone—way up in the Raft River watershed.
The tension was high. The pre-trip scouting said this stream, deep in cattle country, would pay off. But what if we had waited too long?
When I first heard about the Utah Cutthroat Slam, I looked into the future and saw myself making this trip, but what I didn’t anticipate was the level of planning that would go into it. For that I relied on my friend Jesse Riding, of Rainy’s Flies. He had accomplished the Utah Slam before and
