Float Down the River

One of the most peaceful and enjoyable ways to fish larger streams and rivers is to float.  While I enjoy the intimacy of wade fishing the Caney Fork, sometimes it is nice to sit back in a boat and relax.  Last Friday I had plans to meet David Perry to float.  We finalized where to meet the evening before and everything was set.  As before most trips, I spent the evening before furiously tying up a few last midge patterns.

Friday morning I got up and was soon on the road.  A quick stop for breakfast and fuel slowed me down temporarily but before I knew it I was cruising along the river to the takeout.  David and Brent had already dropped off the boat so I waited until David came back to do the shuttle.  We rode together back up to the launch point while catching up and discussing the day's fishing prospects.  We found Brent waiting with the drifter and after arranging fly rods and other gear were soon underway.

I somehow found myself in the front seat but the hot spot to be was in the back.  Before we knew it Brent had caught several trout while I was still looking to get rid of the skunk.  My luck was slow to turn while Brent continued to boat trout at a ridiculous pace that soon landed him on the rower's bench. Changing up to a deeper rig to get down to where the fish were holding, I finally fed a few fish and the day was looking up.

Naturally just being back on the river with friends was a great way to spend my time.  I found it difficult to concentrate on the indicator, instead getting distracted by herons, deer, beavers, and whatever else happened to be in view at any given time.  Still I was catching enough fish to make the day amazing.

The best part of the day was when Brent and I doubled up and David P. was kept busy with both fish in the net at once.  I had to ask for a picture.  In the background you can see Brent is already back at it and trying to catch the next fish.

The one disappointment of the day was the lack of big browns.  We normally see a few monsters but the largest we saw was probably 18 inches or so.  Hopefully we just weren't looking in the right places.  If we don't get too much more rain the river may be at low flows for much of the rest of the summer.  To get in on the good fishing, consider taking a trip with David Perry.  He knows the river well and always seems to crack the code early in the trip to get into fish.

Oh, one more funny picture.  I snapped the picture right as the fish panicked...

Caney!!!

Now that I'm blessed with tailwaters full of large wild trout, I had almost forgotten how much I enjoyed fishing on the Caney Fork.  Those little stockers with rubbery fins rubbed raw by the concrete abode they call home for the first portion of their life can provide a lot more fun than I remembered.  My first venture onto the river this year finally happened on Wednesday morning.  Anticipation and excitement woke me up around 5:30.  Not too long after I was on my way.

Driving west through early morning light as the sun slowly edged higher behind me, I had a chance to recall other trips to the river.  I remembered when I first started fishing the river and discovered that the browns in an undisclosed area had a fondness for terrestrials.  Next I remembered that I had not had much luck in that area for many years now.  Past float trips were recalled with equal fondness and before I knew it I was exiting I-40 and rolling past Happy Hollow.  Crowds of early arrivals encouraged me to keep going in my search for fresh water.

The dam was conscientiously checked and also dismissed, again due to crowds.  Finally my car led me over the dam and down to Lancaster.  Only one car was there ahead of me.  I got out and chatted a bit with the two guys getting ready to fish.  Its always a pleasure meeting new people on the river.  I wished them luck as they headed down.  Remembering the forecast high of 96 degrees, I decided to wet wade, something I have rarely if ever done on the Caney unless floating.  Best decision of the day...

I decided to rig up by the water.  Normally I do this so I can first check if there is any obvious hatch situation going on.  Enough trout were dimpling the surface that a dry/dropper rig seemed a logical choice.  My long-time favorite Caney Fork rig has been a Parachute Adams with a midge dropped behind it anywhere from 1-2 feet.  Just like that I was ready to fish!

My casts unfurled so nicely that I even thought to myself, what nice casts today!  I'm rarely if ever conceited, I promise, but you know those days when you find yourself in the zone without even really trying?  Well this was one of them for me.  I haven't fished enough lately so my casting arm was fresh and....oh yeah, this isn't a professional sports report, just a fishing story.

Anyway, so here was my little #16 or #18 Parachute Adams floating high with a midge hanging temptingly below when a little brown trout swam by and noticed breakfast.  That was fish number one. The fish were all up in the riffles so I soon moved there until the sun was on the water.  About the time the sun hit I happened to look upstream.  The view was so beautiful that I just paused and absorbed the scene, until I remembered my camera that is.  What perfectly calm water!

The mist was thick for a while, but as you can see above the sun soon burned it off.  After catching 7-8 of the little stocker browns, I arrived at the stage of I wonder what the fish won't eat?  Several nymphs and streamers were attempted but the fish clearly wanted midges and not much else.  About this time, a boat drifted by, and I got to talk to another angler.  A couple of other fishermen in 2-3 hours of fishing is not bad!

I wandered down the river utilizing a favorite technique for long drifts while wading.  My reward was a fat rainbow that looked pretty healthy!

Getting bored, I decided to head back to the car and explore some more of the river.  Down at Betty's Island it didn't seem as if much was going on but the crowds were still at Happy Hollow, until I realized that there really weren't any crowds.  The number of people actually on the water did not compare to the number of cars in the lot.  This pleasant discovery encouraged me to fish at Happy for a while and I'm glad I did.  In addition to some freshly stocked browns, I also discovered brookies and some more 'bows.  A couple of the browns were a bit larger in the 12"-14" category and fought like fish larger than they were.

By the time I started thinking about home, I had caught more than my fair share of fish.  I was starting to get hungry and thought about the nice air conditioning back home.  That did it and I headed back up to the car.

Tomorrow I'm headed back.  Expect another report.  Next week?  The Smokies, and some smallmouth, and maybe even musky.  Stay tuned for more!!!

Burning

While I am safely here in Tennessee about to go fish the abundance of water, back home in Colorado it is another story.  Extremely dry conditions have set in and wildfires have popped up all over the middle part of the state.  One is causing some concern up in Rocky Mountain National Park while others are burning near Colorado Springs as well as the Royal Gorge.  I understand that fire is part of Nature's toolbox for maintaining healthy environments but it is still difficult to see so I'm glad that I'm away from the state right now.  Until I return I'll be hoping for an early onset of the summer monsoon season.  If past history is any indicator, we are looking at a month of prime burning conditions before wetting rains arrive.  For more information on the fires, Inciweb is a good place to start and currently even the main page of CNN is highlighting the current problems in CO.

After the Storm

Along the Road

Long distance trips do not have to be all misery.  Sometimes the little things along the way are what make the trip.  By a small country road in Oklahoma, I found Indian Blanket growing in profusion.  This is the season for wildflowers!!!

Headed East

Tomorrow morning I am headed east.  Along the way, I hope to see friends and family.  Over the next month or so I will even sneak in some fishing including back home in Tennessee.  With luck I'll get to chase smallmouth and trout and maybe even some musky.  I'll be checking in as much as possible and hopefully going to update with some reports that I know I've been slow to add.  Please be patient as I'm planning on enjoying this summer to the fullest.  Accordingly I may not spend as much time blogging as I otherwise might.  When I return to Colorado in July I'll be camping and backpacking and yes, doing a little fishing as well.  Hopefully I'll find some time to rest as well.  August and a return to school will be here before I know it...

Attention TN Tailwater Anglers

Good news for those of you who live in Tennessee!  The current forecast for the Caney Fork (and the Cumberland as well) indicate that flows are going to be decreasing within the next week or so...finally I might add.  Since I'm planning on heading back to TN for a couple of weeks in the middle of June, I like the sound of fishing my old home tailwater.

If you want to see for yourself, check out this great spreadsheet from the Army Corps of Engineers.  It includes lake elevations as well as predicted inflow and outflow for all area lakes.  The interesting piece is that they plan on cutting back generation once Center Hill Lake reaches an elevation of around 633.5'.  In recent years, with work taking place to address seepage around the dam, elevations were kept below 630'.  Thankfully the target elevations seem to have increased a bit which will be a good thing for the tailwater fishermen!

Pocket Water

Some of my favorite water to fish is pocket water.  On small streams that may be 90% of the water on the whole stream.  On larger classic trout water, larger pools and runs may predominate but the pockets behind in-stream obstructions are still some of the best water in the river.  High stick nymphing is my method of choice although streamers and even dry flies have their place at times.  While on a hike this past weekend, I came across an ideal pocket behind a large boulder.  Unfortunately I did not have a fly rod with me but I will return!  Just imagine what must live behind this boulder...

Full To The Brim

Area streams are full to the brim and there's still a lot more water to come down the hills.  The Big Thompson River in Rocky Mountain National Park is almost to the top of the banks as of our last visit.

Water clarity is still awesome so if you can find calm water you should also be able to find fish.  We've been out on the water but not as much lately.  Today and/or tomorrow should fix that but options are currently limited.  Don't be too disappointed if you get out and find your favorite stream unfishable due to high and muddy water as runoff is in full swing now.  If the water is just stained, fishing the edges and behind any obstructions in the current can still produce some fish.

Final Sprint

The marathon that is also known as the 2012-2013 school year is almost over.  We are now in the final sprint to the finish line.  That does not mean I haven't had time to fish, but not as much time has been available to blog.  I do have a couple of trip reports from the weekend to share coming up in the next day or two.  Some nice fish were caught and, while I haven't looked at them much yet, hopefully some pictures came out well, both of the fish and the scenery.

A word of caution to those that check local fishing reports: not all local fishing reports are updated in a timely fashion.  I headed up Boulder Creek on Friday afternoon only to discover that Barker was pushing a LOT of water (anyone have a LINK to water releases from Barker?).  By working the calm pockets on shore (few and far between I might add) I was able to avoid the skunk but just barely.  The water was almost to the top of the spillway and upper Boulder Creek through Nederland is roaring.

Runoff conditions exist for the most part although some streams are staying clear enough to be worth hitting.  The Big Thompson is good both above and below Lake Estes.  South Boulder Creek below Gross Reservoir is high but fishable if you work the pockets hard.  I did not fish it but did hike down to the river at Walker Ranch Saturday afternoon and spotted a fish holding in a calm pocket.  If I had my fly rod that would have been a caught fish...

The northern Colorado mountains are picking up a bit more snow which is awesome.  The latest maps from the Climate Prediction Center show a small area centered over north-central Colorado that is finally drought free!!!  That is great news for the summer fishing.  Everything is currently greening up nicely, and I have very high expectations for the summer and fall fishing this year.  We are not too high on snowpack so while I don't foresee any dangerously low conditions, fishermen should be prepared for normal low and clear summer flows by mid-late August unless we get an unusually strong monsoon that lingers.

If you want to get out now, generally you should focus on tailwaters for the next week or two although there are a few freestone streams that are barely hanging on.

Yep, It Is Spring!!!

When the birds are nesting I knew that spring is really here.  This robin built a nest last week just down the hall from my classroom on the ledge above the exit door.  I hope the eggs start hatching before I leave for the summer!!!

When Eagles Steal Fish...

Runoff

Here it comes! Get ready for all that frozen water to come down the hills over the next few weeks.  With highs over the plains ranging from the mid 70s to the mid to upper 80s, spring is finally here, and I'm not so sure that summer isn't lurking just around the corner.  Winter stayed around long enough that spring may be fairly short with a quick transition to summer.  Then again, this heat wave may be short lived and we may see more cool wet weather.  I'm hoping for that option of course.  Even the tailwaters will be pushing a bit more water than usual.  Still waters will be a great option over the next few weeks as will tailwaters.  Streamers and big nymphs will work on the freestone streams when they aren't too muddy or blown out completely.

Scouting Up High

Last weekend I hiked in to Brainard Lake with friends.  The main goal of the trip was just to relax and enjoy some time outside but of course I brought along the camera.  I was pleasantly surprised to discover that South St. Vrain Creek was flowing and while the banks were still mostly buried in snow, the stream was definitely fishable.  It won't be long now before runoff really gets started but currently there is a good window to fish the local creeks.  I'm wondering if the fish up high might be hungry after a winter locked under the ice.  Then again, I'm not sure I want to lug gear through the snow drifts to find out when more accessible water is fishing so well...

Nasty Weather Rocks

When short on time, go fishing anyways!!!  Unable to get away until 4:00 pm, I still headed out to fish and set my sights on Rocky Mountain National Park.  On the way up, I noticed that seemingly ALL the elk in the Estes Park vicinity were out feeding.  The fishing prospects were a bit more interesting at this point.  I've noticed that when the wild creatures are all out feeding, the fishing is often a lot better.  Naturally I hoped this would hold true again.

When I got out of the Troutmobile, I found myself longing for the fleece that I had left at home.  My raincoat would have to suffice both to block the impending rain (or would it be snow?) and cold.  The old workhorse 9' 4 weight St. Croix Legend Ultra was put together, and I tied on a Bellyache Minnow. This is one of my favorite streamers for short line streamer fishing with floating lines.  The weight is distributed perfectly so it rides correctly in the water column.

On the very first cast, a really nice brown swirled but missed the hook.  I got excited because I had the whole stream to myself and the fish were hungry!  Continuing downstream and pounding the banks, I had fish regularly chasing the streamer.  The sky warned me that rain was imminent, but I kept working steadily.

Just as the first drops were starting to fall, I finally felt a solid tug on the line.  I quickly got the camera out and snapped a couple of pictures before the rain became too heavy.  The camera was soon back safely in the bag and stayed there until things dried out a bit.

Throughout stream, fish started rising as a hatch got underway.  The fish were taking what appeared to be BWOs although I never caught any and they could have been large midges.  My hands were so cold that changing my rig was not an option so I stuck with the streamer.  Besides, I wanted to catch a big fish!

Slowly the rain grew less and less and then finally just stopped as though the clouds had gotten tired.  The gloom started to lift as the sun showed itself vaguely through the clouds in the west above the mountains.  

My fingers were freezing and after stepping in a puddle (hey its hard to cast, properly swim the fly, and walk all at the same time!) my foot was cold too.  Tempted to give up, I realized that I was almost through the section of stream and kept going.  Fish were still hitting the streamer when I came to Dead Elk Bend.  Well, that's what I call it.  Probably the locals have another name for it.  My name was spontaneous due to the rather fresh but stripped remains of an elk nearby.  

The bend pool nearby had a perfect ambush spot for a nice brown.  My cast lobbed the streamer towards the slack water.  As soon as it splashed down, I was swimming the fly out towards the current. A dark shape rocketed out from under the bank and inhaled the streamer.  The heavy tippet allowed me to land the fish quickly.  I set my camera down on top of my gear bag and snapped a quick picture.

After releasing the fish, my day was completed when I was treated to a beautiful sunset over the mountains.  

I strolled back through the fields to my car, satisfied with another great outing!

Spring Turkeys

One afternoon, while sitting out on the deck while visiting in California, 4-5 turkeys strolled up the driveway with a couple of hens and a couple of toms.  The toms were strutting their stuff, trying to impress the ladies.  I was obviously wondering how many flies I could tie with the feathers...

Not Since 1991...

...have I personally experienced snowfall on or after May 1.  That year I was a youngster and on a month long family tour of the western United States.  Come to think of it, that was probably when I first fell in love with Yellowstone and the Rocky Mountains in general.  I'll never forget driving at night into Oklahoma on April 26, 1991 during one of the worst tornado outbreaks the area had or would see for several years.  The lightning was incredible.  The snow in Yellowstone was incredible as well, just in a different way.  The bison were using the roads to get around since there was still 4+ feet of snow everywhere else.  Now, thanks to my new home here in Colorado, I'm experiencing snow on May 1 a full 22 years after my previous encounter with the late-season white stuff.  Oh, and not the stray flurry either, but a lot of snow.  Some places in the mountains of northern Colorado received over 2 feet of snow!!!

Spring?

We continue to experience warm weather with bouts of cold and snow in between here in northern Colorado.  That's just fine with the local fish population, and I can assure you that while I would enjoy warm weather, I'm still not complaining about the ongoing cold and snow.  Winter storm warnings are in effect for the mountains, foothills, and adjacent plains and some Snotel sites up high are already indicating 20 or more inches of snow with this storm.  Summer is looking better and better, it just takes a bit of patience to wait for it...

California Poppies!!!

When You Get Lemons...

We all know the ridiculously overused finished to the above or something similar at least.  However, while visiting California this past weekend, I found something much better to do.  My great Aunt and Uncle have lots of fruit trees including oranges and lemons!  I discovered that guacamole is much better using fresh avocados straight off the tree and fresh squeezed lemon juice from lemons straight off the tree.  Amazing is all I can say!

While out there, I did find a somewhat hidden pond nearby as well as a stream that supposedly has some salmon runs.  If I return with more time on my hands I'll have to take a rod along and do some exploring.

Back home now, I'm ready to start fishing.  I may not get a good chance until closer to the weekend.  The weather guys are suggesting that more snow may be on the way.  Runoff will become a bigger problem very soon but I'll still find some fishable water close by I'm sure...

A road trip may be required soon.  My buddy Juan over at the Hopper Juan is reminding everyone that it is caddis time down on the Arkansas.  That is an event I have yet to experience so this might be the year I head that way...

I'm thinking more and more about the Salmonflies over on the Gunnison and Colorado Rivers so my post-school travels will likely take me to the West Slope.  Yep, the summer lies just ahead and things are looking up!!!

The Sentinels

On a recent hike at Hall Ranch Open Space, I was blessed to find a picture I've been after for a long time.  Some time ago, I tried to get this picture in Cades Cove in the Great Smoky Mountains.  Unfortunately the deer ran off before I could position myself for the correct silhouette shot.  Most recently, the deer were much more unconcerned and posed perfectly.

Two Days

Two days make quite a difference in Colorado.  Just this past Monday I was fishing during a heavy snowstorm.  Aside from the stream not being frozen over, it could have been the middle of winter even though in reality it is now late April.  On Wednesday, the last of the snow was melting along Boulder Creek.  I took a picture of the same pool I fished and photographed on Monday.

It looks just a little bit different.  Maybe its just wishful thinking, but I'm guessing that we have seen the last of the snow.  Every time I think spring has arrived, winter laughs in my face so time will only tell if we have finally turned the corner.  

There is a lot (finally!) of snow in the high country ready to melt and head down the hill so my fishing my start trending towards warm water options in the near future.  I'm starting to consider an early summer trip to chase the salmon fly hatch on the other side of the state as well.  School will soon be out so things will be getting more enjoyable for me!!!

Snowy Solitude

One of the rare pleasures of fly fishing, at least for me, is fishing in the snow.  Yes, it can be ridiculously cold, but the quiet and solitude of being outside during a snowstorm is well worth the price of admission.  When the snow started to pile up yesterday, my first thought was to go home and relax.  My evening opened up a bit however and with time to spare, I headed for Boulder Creek.

After finding the lower creek muddy on Sunday, I figured with the cold weather it had to have dropped and cleared.  Wrong.  Entering Boulder Canyon instead of fishing in mud, I was impressed with how quickly the road conditions deteriorated as I left town.

The Trout Mobile has seen better days and the balding front tires suggested an extended adventure deep into the canyon would be foolhardy at best.  So it was that I found myself stopping just above Four Mile.

The stream was a black ribbon through an otherwise white landscape.  Again I wondered if it was wise to fish, but, curious on how the fish would respond to the snowstorm, I quickly rigged up.  In retrospect I should have used gloves, but I didn't plan to fish long so just through on my lucky fishing cap, a fleece, and a rain coat and scrambled down to a nice pool just below a stretch of pocket water.

Not really wanting to move, I started changing patterns, looking for that one that might do the trick.  A Bellyache Minnow produced several soft hits including some from nicer fish.  The cold water had the fish a bit lethargic though, and I failed to connect.  Several other patterns were tried and I even dropped a soft hackle behind a little streamer to no avail.  Miraculously, I could still tie knots, sorta at least.  This is my usual "test" for getting "too" cold.  Opening up the streamer box, I stared for a while.  Finally, I reached for a Girdle Bug but at the last second my fingers veered to a sculpin pattern.  I was now in the zone, making the right choice without even knowing why.

It took only a couple of casts before I had a solid hit and quickly pulled in a beautiful but sluggish brown from the chilly water.  I took a couple of pictures, then started to consider the warmth I had left at home.  Hunger reminded me that it was past supper time and probably time to get out of the canyon before dark.  Pausing, I took another picture of the stream, thankful for the opportunity for an hour of solitude in the snow.

What A Difference A Year Makes

April 22, 2012

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