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Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Arkansas River
Monday was a tough day. I started on foot at 5-points around 10:30 and immediately hooked up with a few browns on a Copper John. At 12:30, I met up with Tommy and Troy and we drove up the river trying to escape the wind to no avail. Very strong wind and stronger gusts caused whitecaps to form and hats to blow off. We picked up a few fish here and there, and I missed a few rising to BWO that were being knocked over.
Tuesday was great. Troy and I floated 12 miles from Salida with guide Larry from Ark Anglers. We had 40 plus fish in the boat and I lost the fish of the day. The morning was hot, but the fish went to sleep in mid afternoon. Most of the fish were on a #14 Two Bit H, but did manage to catch a few on my golden stonefly pattern.
Water 330cfs, temps 70s, skies blue.
Tuesday was great. Troy and I floated 12 miles from Salida with guide Larry from Ark Anglers. We had 40 plus fish in the boat and I lost the fish of the day. The morning was hot, but the fish went to sleep in mid afternoon. Most of the fish were on a #14 Two Bit H, but did manage to catch a few on my golden stonefly pattern.
Water 330cfs, temps 70s, skies blue.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Tying
I am in a cabin in the mountains near Nathrop, CO. The family is asleep and I am in the main room, tying blue winged olives and pheasant tails in anticipation of two days on the Arkansas this week. My vice lamp and the crackling fire are providing the only sources of light and direction.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Joe's Night
The night had come, and weary in every land
Men's bodies took the boon of peaceful sleep.
The woods and the wild seas had quieted
At that hour when the stars are in mid-course
And every field is still; cattle and birds
With vivid wings that haunt the limpid lakes
Or nest in thickets in the country places
All were asleep under the silent night.
- Virgil
Sleep well, Joe.
Men's bodies took the boon of peaceful sleep.
The woods and the wild seas had quieted
At that hour when the stars are in mid-course
And every field is still; cattle and birds
With vivid wings that haunt the limpid lakes
Or nest in thickets in the country places
All were asleep under the silent night.
- Virgil
Sleep well, Joe.
Thursday, January 05, 2012
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Colorado River Oct 14 2011
I fished the Colorado River for the first time this past Friday. I walked in at the Sunshine Bridge access just below Parshal. I found the river to be a beautiful river.
It was a bluebird autumn morning when I arrived. I walked from the truck over a dirt path that led across the semi-arid mesa, which was filled with sage brush and muted colors of dusty brown, clay red, and sage green. When I first saw the river I was looking down on top of the cotton wood trees that lined the banks of the river. Suddenly, the color wheel changed to bright yellow and pine green with a ribbon of shiny blue in the middle. It is a large river. I found a spot at the tail of an island and fished it just about all day long, never having to move far since there was so much holding water in this one area nearly 100 yards long. This is different from the small to mid-sized streams I am used to, where the idea is to move up and down the river to find more, smaller, likely looking spots.
Water flow was relatively low and I could cross the entire river. I figured I would swing black wooly buggers down and across to hit some large browns. I had 2-3 hits in one run but didn't connect. I kept the BWB on for what was probably too long. Immediately after switching to a dry-dropper (Green Humpy with #16 bead head hares ear)I had a fish on. Another one soon followed after landing the first. I caught about 6 fish on one of these two flies before having to pack up and leave.
It was a bluebird autumn morning when I arrived. I walked from the truck over a dirt path that led across the semi-arid mesa, which was filled with sage brush and muted colors of dusty brown, clay red, and sage green. When I first saw the river I was looking down on top of the cotton wood trees that lined the banks of the river. Suddenly, the color wheel changed to bright yellow and pine green with a ribbon of shiny blue in the middle. It is a large river. I found a spot at the tail of an island and fished it just about all day long, never having to move far since there was so much holding water in this one area nearly 100 yards long. This is different from the small to mid-sized streams I am used to, where the idea is to move up and down the river to find more, smaller, likely looking spots.
Water flow was relatively low and I could cross the entire river. I figured I would swing black wooly buggers down and across to hit some large browns. I had 2-3 hits in one run but didn't connect. I kept the BWB on for what was probably too long. Immediately after switching to a dry-dropper (Green Humpy with #16 bead head hares ear)I had a fish on. Another one soon followed after landing the first. I caught about 6 fish on one of these two flies before having to pack up and leave.
Friday, September 16, 2011
South St Vrain Sept 11
I hiked in, from the Cera St Vrain trail head, about 2 miles through a really nice forest. It was a crisp, cool autumn morning and I found my way to where the stream went one way and the trail another. My plan was to go downstream off-trail. After a few major boulder climbs and a few small browns I determined I was spending more time bush whacking than fishing, so I went back upstream to the more civilized part of the stream. Wet wading, picking pockets on my way up stream I hooked a dozen or so browns. They were all skinny and hungry and very nicely colored.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
South Boulder Creek - Sunday August 22
A dry dropper rig pulled in a few small fish in a few hours Sunday morning. Left home at 5:35 and was stream side at 6:50. Home by 12:15. River was 198cfs.
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