Saturday, October 31, 2015

The final day of  Fishtober. Happy Halloween!  I feel like Linus out in the Pumpkin Patch looking for the Great Pumpkin. I'm  looking in deep slow moving pools, behind rocks, and in undercut banks for my two foot hooked jawed Great Pumpkin. Last night I dropped my son off at a dance at 8:30, and went to the river with a mouse. I got it bad. Don't get me wrong,  I love a bouncing running jumping Rainbow as much as the next person, but my heart does sink a little bit when the big thump happens, and I see Rainbow. The Brown pictured below is close to what I'm looking for, but not quite. When I first saw him I thought maybe. I don't know if it will happen this year. Still a little time before we get slushy. 
Fishtober is so fine! The best time of year! Keep on fishing!!!
P.S. the fish pictured below all ate the streamer! And they hit it like a train!

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Fishtober 2015

Colorado River overnighter with Fat Eddy, Austin, and Double O. Looking for Bucks and Browns.
I would like to start a petition to change October to Fishtober!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Lower Colorado Silt to Rifle October 4

I had to run down to Glenwood Springs on Thursday, and close the loop on a Yeti front seat retrofit on a guide boat. I always volunteer for this trip, because of good friends in Glenwood, and the chance to float the Lower C. Glenwood sits on the confluence of the Roaring Fork and Colorado Rivers. The 'Fork comes out of Aspen proper. Being recognized and managed by the state as Gold Medal water, she's busy for good reason. I love floating the 'Fork, but I really love floating the Colorado.  The Colorado runs beside I-70, and is scenic in a big vista kind of way. There are old growth Cottonwoods in places, and above Glenwood, and downstream of Grand Junction there are big canyons, but between Glenwood and Rifle she rolls out into the open sage country bordered by I-70. This is not a typical  postcard stretch, but I'm lucky I guess, because I hardly notice cars and trucks going by at75. Whenever I look up to relax my eyes from staring at the water I see thin clouds stretching for miles, and far off 1000 foot tall gray buttes, and farther away hills covered in Pine. I've learned to try not to take my eye away from the game for long on this stretch of the Colorado, because there are some old fashion big fish that swim down there. I have seen what myself and two other people on the boat believe to be a 20 lb Brown trout swim by us in a slough while we were looking for Carp. At first we thought it was a beaver. When it passed us 30 feet away we all knew Brown trout, and not a carp or beaver.  Last week a guide caught a legitimate 10 lb Brown down there. The float on Thursday was tough on us with blue skies, lots of bright sun, and a 20 mile an hour wind for a chunk of the afternoon. We kept hooks in the water all day, cut knots, and retied. We caught a bunch of Brown trout, one rainbow, and no really big ones. They ate the girdle bug all day, an olive and white bunny, the nymph formerly known as, and even the big foam terristicator. I had a blast. We didn't see one other boat all day.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Yampa June 14 2012

I had the pleasure of floating the Yampa last night. It was a float trip with a couple from Colorado Springs who bid on the trip at a Project Healing Waters fundraiser. We are a month or so ahead of schedule this summer as far as run-off. The flows down in Milner are close to 500 cfs. This is low for us down there but doable. Last night the river went off like I haven't seen in quite awhile. We had a little shower roll through around 4 which put the caddis and sallies down. They were coming off pretty good, and the fish were up on them. It was good, and steady, and they were catching fish. If we didn't catch another fish at this point it would have been a good day. We waited out the sprinkles, and about an hour after the shower the wind totally disappared. The air had a real, real still feel to it, and the temperature came up a little bit in the last of the sunshine. I don't know all the reasons, but this made for a perfect situation for pmds, caddis, sallies, and two colors of a big drake to come off in thick thick numbers.The fish responded. My passengers aimed at the slurpers. I can still see a big bubble the size of tennis ball on the water's surface after a big head slurped a Drake off the top. The bubble traveled down the foam line for a second or two when a little brown literally leaps over it to snatch a Caddis out of mid-air. Everywhere there were fish lining up with bulging backs, slurping heads, and mid-air theatrics... It was a circus!!!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Lower River Browns

The home team had the chance to go float the Green last week from the dam down to Swallow Canyon. The water was clear and cool between 1600 and 3000. We camped at Red Creek on river right. This is a beautiful camp spot in a big left hand bend with great views upstream and downstream. Get this: every fish in the net from Red Creek down was a Brown trout! The river below Jarvie fished like a private spring creek. We were the only boat for eight miles. Jimbo got busy eating two tone tan cheynoybil ants, stimmies, and tan elk hair caddis. There was the thickest Yellow Sallie hatch I've ever seen most of the afternoon, and a small creamy mayfly mixed in with the caddis all day. Up at Little Hole Steve-O had told us to try pulling caddis under water, and that worked whenever the gink gave out. The lower Green is such an elusive water to try to fish consistently. This is the first time in over a year and three separate trips that I have seen her clear. One of the cooler aspects of this stretch, besides the remoteness and awe inspiring scenery is that the trout are truly lower river Browns. Lower river alot of times means less crowds. The over achieving Rainbows like pushing up to the top in "Upper B", and "A" and fin against riffles. Rainbows in the Green don't have a gut like a Brown. They probably don't eat bbq. Don't misunderstand I like the Rainbow just fine, even though he is a bit of a show off... big pink stripe look at me type of fish jumping out of the water. The Browns in the Green have a good thing going down in their stretch of river. Their diet is unique to the rest of troutdom. The bio-diversity is stunning. Rumor has it the Lobo is afoot down there.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Springtime in the Rockies

It's spitting snow this morning. The snow flakes are globbed together and coming down erratically at sharp angles. Old Man Winter is named Billy Bob, and he's not going off stage easily. Ten miles from Hog Island is Buff (Buffalo) Pass last week the snow depth measuring site up there set an all time state record. That's any month anywhere ever since records were kept. Heck yeah! This is quality ammunition to tell the Grandkids on their way to the school bus. The Yampa hit a little 5 day window in there when the temps stayed low, and it snowed, and the run-off slowed down to where fishing looked up. Here's a cool picture of Carlos floating and holding a fat Rainbow on May 1 with the ski hill in the background. Springtime in the Rockies!