Guided Trips

FISHING REPORT AND SYNOPSIS: 02/03/2018

The Smokies are fishing slow on most days although the potential for a big brown is always present this time of year. Most days are seeing water temperatures in the low 40s at best and usually colder. Occasional midges, BWOs, and winter stoneflies will provide some surface activity on the warmer afternoons. For the most part, however, this will be a nymphing or streamer game this time of year. If we get some higher water, hit the brown trout streams with your favorite streamers (remember single hook only in the Park) and hunt that one trophy. When you catch it, take a picture to remember the moment and let it go for the next angler to enjoy.

Tailwaters have been fishing very well as of late. Our favorite, the Caney Fork, continues to have opportunities for both wade and float trips. Windows for wading look to go down sometime in the near future, unfortunately. The forecast this week calls for some potentially heavier rain which will probably kick the generators back on for a while. The good news? That means the shad kill should be in full effect. The Clinch and Holston have also been fishing well. If you want to check any of these tailwaters out, contact me for info on guided trips.

Photo of the Month: Breaking Cabin Fever

Photo of the Month: Breaking Cabin Fever

Friday, September 06, 2013

New Water

Having lived here in Colorado for more than a year now, I'm still exploring new water.  Some places are obviously way out of the way such as high alpine lakes.  Others are quite accessible, I just haven't tried them out yet.  South Boulder Creek was one such destination.  Close to Boulder, the tailwater section receives a lot of pressure.  Finding open water can be challenging.  The hatches are worth it though.

I arrived right in the middle of the day.  Sleeping in is always attractive on my days off so I had a leisurely morning.  By the time I arrived, I considered myself fortunate to grab the last open parking space.  Armed with my favorite 5 weight and ready to do combat with the anticipated crowds, I started walking downstream.

Whenever I fish tailwaters, be it here in the west or back east, I always notice people standing right in the middle of the better runs.  This day was no different.  Some of the best holes had people right on top of where they should be fishing.  So much for stealth.  Meandering down the river, I found some nice spots, but each time I was nearly ready to jump in, I would notice another angler already working the water.

A rough canyon stretch that was better left to the wild critters was finally free of any other fisher folk.  Carefully working my way down a boulder field, I pushed through the tangle of willows lining the stream only to discover that I wouldn't be wading far.  The water was deep and swift.


Very carefully I worked the edges.  Then I waded as far out as I dared and worked the far current seam.  Sure enough, tight to the boulder providing a break in the current, my first fish rose energetically.



After a few more casts, I noticed the water just upstream had been vacated.  Hating to fish used water but preferring it over swimming, I somehow slithered and stumbled my way upstream over rocks, through willows....and found a paradise.


The section I was now gazing over was a bit wider meaning I could wade all the way across if I was careful.  By this time, drakes, PMDs, rusty spinners, caddis, and a few stoneflies were all making an appearance.  I love fishing big dries and dug out a big Parachute Adams that was close in size to the drakes I was seeing.  Fish started to hammer the big dry as soon as I tossed it out.

Working the closer water first, I slowly started fanning out with my casting to cover the water meticulously.  On just the other side of the main current, I noticed a couple of rises.  Casting over, a better fish took the fly and promptly headed for fast water.  For a couple of minutes it was touch and go.  Then the fish went over the rapids below, and I just knew I had lost it.  Incredibly, the 5x tippet held, and slowly I regained control.  It wasn't until I slipped the net under the fish that I looked up and noticed several spectators giving me the thumps up.  Glad I landed that fish!



By now the hatch was getting heavier and fish were rising everywhere.  Proceeding slowly upstream, I caught fish after fish, missing as many or more than I was landing.  Most were small to medium sized rainbows and browns although every once in a while a better fish would eat.


Taking time to look at the scenery, I noticed signs of fall on the far bank and took time to take pictures. The heat is still holding on here on the plains, but it will be no time at all before the nights are cool and crisp and the browns and brookies are spawning.  The elk are already bugling up in Rocky Mountain National Park.  The best time of year has arrived!!!


2 comments:

  1. David
    First off congrats on not taking a spill in some fast and deep water. The colors on those bow are astounding. You might want to consider a wading staff on your next outing. Thanks for sharing

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  2. Ah, my favorite place to trip, stumble and fall! Beautiful post there buddy. We really need to meet up there. I know a place that is made for your wading skill. Me...I'll just take pictures.

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