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Sunday, October 07, 2012
Busy Fishing
This past week was fall break, so while there was a fair amount of fishing, I didn't make time for recounting those experiences on here. Now I'm trying to play catch up. Some nice fish were caught including a nice one last Sunday that I also have yet to tell about. Better yet, the colors in the mountains were spectacular. In the high elevations, snow has been falling. Some of the ski resorts are busy making snow in their attempt to be the first to open. The browns are spawning in some places but are barely even showing in some of the famous waters like the Dream Stream. Still, good times were had and even a few fish were caught. More to come soon...very very soon!
Monday, October 01, 2012
Colored Up
The leaves are turning many different shades of red, orange, and especially yellow. Right on schedule, the brown trout are getting a lot more aggressive and colored up in their own fall best. Yesterday was a good day of exploring on two different streams. I fished a meadow stretch in both and saw more than enough nice browns to keep me interested. Never saw any monsters but did see one fish that would have been pushing 21-22 inches. More to come later once I have time to digest the trip.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Future Trout Stream
On Wednesday I was in Rocky Mountain National Park. There we found the first snow of the season in the higher elevations above treeline. Hopefully this snow will contribute to some of the excellent trout waters in that area, and hopefully we will get many more inches before next spring. The ongoing drought here in Colorado has benefited from rainfall recently but needs a moist winter to really solve. I guess the best thing to do is just wait and see...
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Clear Water
With yet another day of exploration and yes, maybe even some fishing, I planned to explore a new area, stop by an outdoor store I wanted to check out, and drive up a canyon looking for trout. There are numerous fishing opportunities along the front range here in Colorado that also happen to be a reasonable distance away for me. Boulder and South Boulder Creeks, the various forks of the St. Vrain, the Big Thompson, the Cache la Poudre, and Clear Creek. Now, with a name like "Clear Creek," you would assume that the water would be,well, clear. Since my destination was indeed Clear Creek above Golden, I was able to do a first-hand investigation into Clear Creek and what I found was intriguing on many levels.
The day started with a leisurely breakfast of biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs. Fresh raspberries and strawberries added color and flavor not to mention the feeling that I was at least somewhat healthy. After eating as well as much debate, we headed west to catch high 93 south to Golden. I wanted to visit a cool outdoor store, called the Bent Gate, owned by a new friend out here in Colorado. They carry a nice selection of outdoor gear including climbing, backpacking, skiing and snowboarding equipment and all in a store with a great personality. I'll definitely be back when I need new gear!
Leaving Bent Gate, we headed up Clear Creek Canyon. The majority of the river is public land which is great as a fisherman since I could fish just about anywhere on the river. Not too far into the canyon, I noticed a deep run cutting up against a rock face. Visions of big trout brought the car to a quick stop and soon I was tossing a #10 Crawbugger with a #14 Mustard John trailer. Noticing a nice fish rising in the shade of the far bank, I tossed the rig over that way. Carefully working the water brought no sign of the trout, convincing me that my first instinct of tying on a BWO was probably the correct one.
By this time, I was noticing fairly good numbers of BWOs both sailing downstream and flying around as well. The rising trout were remarkably absent however. Deciding that perhaps a BWO nymph would produce better, I switched my rig around with a hot wire caddis pupa soft hackle I tie with a little dark #18 BWO nymph dropped behind that is a cross between the RS2 and a Barr Emerger.
Working upstream, I soon found a deep pocket that just looked fishy. On the second drift, my line stopped and I set the hook into a leaping trout. It turned out to be a beautiful little rainbow that was nice to catch since my research indicated that rainbows were not very common through this stretch of river.
Deciding to explore some more, I guided the car on up the canyon. There were large numbers of people out enjoying the day. Some were fishing, but many were picnicking, climbing, and even panning or sluicing for gold! That's right, apparently Clear Creek is open to prospecting for the most part and many people were out enjoying the day while looking for gold. This explained the slightly cloudy water I encountered at my first stop downstream because the water higher in the creek was truly clear as is fitting.
Reaching the upstream limit of my exploration goal, I turned around and began to drive slowly back down the river while carefully examining the water for that one spot that I hoped would produce a memorable fishing experience. Finally, I noticed two large pools in a steep section with difficult access. Immediately downstream, a nice pullout offered stream access. I just needed to rock hop a hundred yards upstream to be on some prime water.
I warmed up right by the car and finally added a little brown on the caddis pattern. It was tucked up under a rock and came out to hammer the fly.
Pictures of the fish led to pictures of the stream. The water almost had an aqua tint although that may have been my imagination. Probing a deep plunge pool resulted in two missed strikes and a spooked 6 inch brown. Looking upstream, I realized that if I was going to fish the water I wanted to, I had best make my way to the pool.
Approaching the pool while hitting only the prime pockets on the way up, I remembered something important. Back in Tennessee, nice fish are often in the first riffle or run immediately below and above the prime hole as those places are prime feeding zones for fish that normally reside in the safety of the deeper water nearby. I carefully approached a small non-descript run that had one dark hole near the back with large rocks around it. Perfect ambush spot for a brown.
Tossing the two fly rig just above a small brown came out of the very back of the run to take the caddis pattern. A holding lie that good must have a better fish. Tossing my flies back in to the very top of the riffle so they could drift through the deep slot, I felt a satisfying jolt. Attached to the best fish of the afternoon, I carefully guided it into the shallows where I could corral it for a quick picture.
After watching the fish disappear, I glanced upstream. A rise. Then I saw another and another. This pool was shaded by the high canyon walls and BWOs were hatching surprisingly well for this early in the fall, but it is fall now. Lengthening my leader to end in 6x tippet, I found a sparsely tied #18 BWO Sparkle dun, left over from a trip long ago. You know what I'm talking about; one of those flies you really don't remember when it was placed in your fly box but you do know it will catch fish.
Soon I was casting to rising brown trout. In the shadow of that canyon, along a busy highway, I found fly fishing paradise if only for 30 minutes. Trout would willing rise, just as long as the fly did not drag, and there were enough tricky micro currents to keep things interesting. Some fish would rise soooo slowly only to refuse at the last second. Others would appear out of nowhere to smash the fly before something larger got to it.
Finally the bite seemed to be winding down. I had either stung, landed, or spooked somewhere north of 15 trout. Not bad for a little local river. Heading back down the canyon, I was tempted to explore further, but after fishing to rising trout in my own pool, I figured it might be a little greedy to push my luck any further. Satisfied with a great afternoon, I headed home to find something for supper.
The day started with a leisurely breakfast of biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs. Fresh raspberries and strawberries added color and flavor not to mention the feeling that I was at least somewhat healthy. After eating as well as much debate, we headed west to catch high 93 south to Golden. I wanted to visit a cool outdoor store, called the Bent Gate, owned by a new friend out here in Colorado. They carry a nice selection of outdoor gear including climbing, backpacking, skiing and snowboarding equipment and all in a store with a great personality. I'll definitely be back when I need new gear!
Leaving Bent Gate, we headed up Clear Creek Canyon. The majority of the river is public land which is great as a fisherman since I could fish just about anywhere on the river. Not too far into the canyon, I noticed a deep run cutting up against a rock face. Visions of big trout brought the car to a quick stop and soon I was tossing a #10 Crawbugger with a #14 Mustard John trailer. Noticing a nice fish rising in the shade of the far bank, I tossed the rig over that way. Carefully working the water brought no sign of the trout, convincing me that my first instinct of tying on a BWO was probably the correct one.
By this time, I was noticing fairly good numbers of BWOs both sailing downstream and flying around as well. The rising trout were remarkably absent however. Deciding that perhaps a BWO nymph would produce better, I switched my rig around with a hot wire caddis pupa soft hackle I tie with a little dark #18 BWO nymph dropped behind that is a cross between the RS2 and a Barr Emerger.
Working upstream, I soon found a deep pocket that just looked fishy. On the second drift, my line stopped and I set the hook into a leaping trout. It turned out to be a beautiful little rainbow that was nice to catch since my research indicated that rainbows were not very common through this stretch of river.
Deciding to explore some more, I guided the car on up the canyon. There were large numbers of people out enjoying the day. Some were fishing, but many were picnicking, climbing, and even panning or sluicing for gold! That's right, apparently Clear Creek is open to prospecting for the most part and many people were out enjoying the day while looking for gold. This explained the slightly cloudy water I encountered at my first stop downstream because the water higher in the creek was truly clear as is fitting.
Reaching the upstream limit of my exploration goal, I turned around and began to drive slowly back down the river while carefully examining the water for that one spot that I hoped would produce a memorable fishing experience. Finally, I noticed two large pools in a steep section with difficult access. Immediately downstream, a nice pullout offered stream access. I just needed to rock hop a hundred yards upstream to be on some prime water.
I warmed up right by the car and finally added a little brown on the caddis pattern. It was tucked up under a rock and came out to hammer the fly.
Pictures of the fish led to pictures of the stream. The water almost had an aqua tint although that may have been my imagination. Probing a deep plunge pool resulted in two missed strikes and a spooked 6 inch brown. Looking upstream, I realized that if I was going to fish the water I wanted to, I had best make my way to the pool.
Approaching the pool while hitting only the prime pockets on the way up, I remembered something important. Back in Tennessee, nice fish are often in the first riffle or run immediately below and above the prime hole as those places are prime feeding zones for fish that normally reside in the safety of the deeper water nearby. I carefully approached a small non-descript run that had one dark hole near the back with large rocks around it. Perfect ambush spot for a brown.
Tossing the two fly rig just above a small brown came out of the very back of the run to take the caddis pattern. A holding lie that good must have a better fish. Tossing my flies back in to the very top of the riffle so they could drift through the deep slot, I felt a satisfying jolt. Attached to the best fish of the afternoon, I carefully guided it into the shallows where I could corral it for a quick picture.
After watching the fish disappear, I glanced upstream. A rise. Then I saw another and another. This pool was shaded by the high canyon walls and BWOs were hatching surprisingly well for this early in the fall, but it is fall now. Lengthening my leader to end in 6x tippet, I found a sparsely tied #18 BWO Sparkle dun, left over from a trip long ago. You know what I'm talking about; one of those flies you really don't remember when it was placed in your fly box but you do know it will catch fish.
Soon I was casting to rising brown trout. In the shadow of that canyon, along a busy highway, I found fly fishing paradise if only for 30 minutes. Trout would willing rise, just as long as the fly did not drag, and there were enough tricky micro currents to keep things interesting. Some fish would rise soooo slowly only to refuse at the last second. Others would appear out of nowhere to smash the fly before something larger got to it.
Finally the bite seemed to be winding down. I had either stung, landed, or spooked somewhere north of 15 trout. Not bad for a little local river. Heading back down the canyon, I was tempted to explore further, but after fishing to rising trout in my own pool, I figured it might be a little greedy to push my luck any further. Satisfied with a great afternoon, I headed home to find something for supper.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Spring Panfish
Fall is my favorite fishing season with spring a close second. Late February through May brings some of the year's best fishing for panfish in Tennessee. Here is a short video I put together using footage from this past spring's fishing. For best viewing and those with fast connections, make sure you are watching in full 1080p HD.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Remembering Home
While fairly settled in my new residence and enjoying everything Colorado has to offer, I still remember what I will always consider home. Looking through my pictures I came across this one taken on an evening walk earlier this summer. The storm clouds were catching the last bit of sunlight and exploding in brilliance that no photo can do justice to. This picture reminds me of at least one reason why I like Tennessee so much.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Spooky Browns
Meadow streams are my favorite, well, other than big tailwaters with big trout, but then there are small mountain streams, or how about mountain lakes? I guess I really just like to fish, but seriously, fishing meadow streams for brown trout is high on my list of favorites. Its a game of stealth, meaning I have to be on top of my game because the fish are not forgiving to blown casts or heavy footsteps.
Last Sunday was a perfect day for meadow fishing. I was able to explore some new water for the first time and chase big browns all at the same time. What more can you ask for? The day was bright and sunny, definitely challenging conditions but one of my favorites due to my style of fishing.
When I arrived at the stream, I messed around near the car for just a few casts to get my muscles warmed up and ready for the challenge. Walking up the meadow to really begin fishing, I passed another angler. We exchanged the usual pleasantries before he mentioned that the fishing was slow and he had been unable to get any to eat. Oh well, I know ways around that problem.
Moving up through the meadow, I started on a section of water without anyone else around. Before long, I approached a good looking undercut bank. The cast was spot-on and a nice little brown shot out from under the bank to inhale the fly. I was fishing my 9' 5 weight for the extra reach and backbone in case I stuck a pig. Just upstream, a slightly larger fish hit. I paused long enough for a quick shot to help me remember the beautiful colors.
Fish after fish charged out to take the flies I offered, mostly brown trout between 8-12 inches but a few fish in the 13"-14" range kept things interesting. The best fish of the day hit in a deep hole and came flying out from the shade alongside the bank. It stared my fly down just long enough to make me breathe a sigh of relief when it hit. I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath...
Later, a truly big fish in the 22"-24" range moseyed out to investigate my fly before fading into the deepest part of the pool to sulk on the bottom. These are the fish that keep me going back to meadow streams. Rarely seen, its even more rare to actually hook one. Optimism will keep me going back though. Hopefully I'll be on the water again this next weekend. I'm tempted by the high country lakes but those browns are calling as well. So many options but never enough time!!!
Last Sunday was a perfect day for meadow fishing. I was able to explore some new water for the first time and chase big browns all at the same time. What more can you ask for? The day was bright and sunny, definitely challenging conditions but one of my favorites due to my style of fishing.
When I arrived at the stream, I messed around near the car for just a few casts to get my muscles warmed up and ready for the challenge. Walking up the meadow to really begin fishing, I passed another angler. We exchanged the usual pleasantries before he mentioned that the fishing was slow and he had been unable to get any to eat. Oh well, I know ways around that problem.
Moving up through the meadow, I started on a section of water without anyone else around. Before long, I approached a good looking undercut bank. The cast was spot-on and a nice little brown shot out from under the bank to inhale the fly. I was fishing my 9' 5 weight for the extra reach and backbone in case I stuck a pig. Just upstream, a slightly larger fish hit. I paused long enough for a quick shot to help me remember the beautiful colors.
Fish after fish charged out to take the flies I offered, mostly brown trout between 8-12 inches but a few fish in the 13"-14" range kept things interesting. The best fish of the day hit in a deep hole and came flying out from the shade alongside the bank. It stared my fly down just long enough to make me breathe a sigh of relief when it hit. I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath...
Later, a truly big fish in the 22"-24" range moseyed out to investigate my fly before fading into the deepest part of the pool to sulk on the bottom. These are the fish that keep me going back to meadow streams. Rarely seen, its even more rare to actually hook one. Optimism will keep me going back though. Hopefully I'll be on the water again this next weekend. I'm tempted by the high country lakes but those browns are calling as well. So many options but never enough time!!!
Monday, September 17, 2012
A Calm Evening
Saturday evening found me strolling around some ponds with camera in hand. The sun was dropping behind the mountains and the sky was turning beautiful colors. I am blessed to live in such a beautiful place!
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