Saturday, August 27, 2016

The day the skunk wore me...

Well, the vacation from hell is over and it's back to work on Monday.  Since the car will still be in the shop for a few more days, it's going to be awhile before I get out anywhere to fish.  Since I have nothing anywhere near fishing related, I thought I'd dig back in the archives again.  This was a strange day I had a few years ago. What else is new?


This morning as I started up Clear Creek Canyon I had a sneaking suspicion that things were going to be different today. It was a beautiful morning and the only real activity seemed to be the highway patrol pursuing traffic violators.

The further up I went, the less optimistic I was. I had already passed several bait fisherman and the couple to the left were one group of several I saw panning for gold.

The water was lower than I'm used to seeing and a little stained but definitely fishable. I found a pull-off that was devoid of human life forms and strung up the rod, tying on a bushy caddis and a red beadhead dropper. There didn't appear to be any fish or bug
activity except the deer flies biting on my neck and arms.

For the first 20 minutes or so, the only tug I had on the line was from the bush you see pictured to the left. I don't know how I managed that with so much open area on either side of it. So far it was bush 1 and trout 0.  As I moved downstream I began feeling bumps that it took a minute to realize were probably someone testing me, so I set the hook. I won't say the reel started screaming. In fact, it was me. The beadhead flew out of the little guy's
mouth and flew back...hitting my hat. Somewhere in the commotion the brown got hooked on the dry and plopped at my feet. Sounds like a River Damsel trick.

It was still slow, but I was savoring the moment. I had to remind myself that I was looking for small trout and didn't need to set the hook quite so hard. A little bit later, while not paying attention, I felt a tug and watched as my line swam upstream...oops!

Before I could react, my flies and line parted company.

And so it went for the next few hours...another couple of trees, another couple of fish and then it was time to head home. All in all a great day...too short, but not a skunk in sight.

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