Wednesday, October 26, 2011

banner day

The boy and I were hosted up in Colorado this weekend.  My brother and nephew were in Elk Camp for a few days and invited us up to wet a line.

We jumped at the chance, despite the fact my best bud is still mending a broken ankle (who says soccer isn't a contact sport?!)  :-o

bluebird day
Although we get together once or twice a year, with both families separated by 500 miles, fully engaged in work, soccer, baseball, elementary + mid + high school, it's been a few years since my brother and I last fished together, the kids not at all.

So it was good to finally break that drought, enjoy our time on a stream together, fly rods in hand.

Two generations!  Awesome.
We came prepared for most anything, including in our arsenal a fully loaded streamer box, two boxes of pocket water dries, nymph boxes large and small.
See that ruggedly handsome ne'erdowell there?  Ya, I'm the other guy.
We started our day low in the drainage in the hopes of finding more active fish.  I got one solid short take on the streamer in the AM, my nephew reported one on and lost nymphing.  A bit discouraged by mid morning, we jumped up high to sample some meadow water my brother wanted to take a run at.

gift of the river gods

Gorgeous. With bluebird skies, temps into the 60's, the day's fishing was proving stellar.

 Got even better when my boy came wandering up, beer, yes Rolling Rock Premium Beer, in hand, asking me to look what he found- whaaaaa?!

Never one to look a gift horse in the cold too!

The catching, well, not so much:  one more short take on the streamer around lunch, no other action to be had between the four of us.  


Oh, there were fish in there allright, as evidenced by yours truly spooking a nice 17-18 incher wading out to free my boy's snag in midstream.  Whoa, nice fish!  Just not biting, bummer.

Early afternoon, sensing the day's peak time quickly approaching, we decided to jettison the meadows in favor of that downstream pocket water we bypassed earlier in the day.

A bit of a scramble, bushwack to get to the stream, we huddled together to lay out a Gameplan.  Simple enuf: hopscotch thru the streamside brush to set the boys up in likely runs and pockets, get after it while the afternoon warmth lasted. 

I tried the Autumn Splendor in one more pocket, futilely, realizing the close quarters were no place for chucking & ducking.

Acting on a flash of desperation intuition, I bummed a SJW (yep that's a bright pink San Juan Worm #14) from my brother and BAM! promptly got us hooked up on three middling browns in like 10 minutes. 

And just like that we were off to the races, the fish left wondering at the pink san juan worm hatch filling every likely run and pocket.
master and apprentice
Now normally, that last trip of the season is tinged with a bit of melancholy, but there was none of that this day.  Sharing the water with some of my favorite people, two fathers reveling in their boy's growing skills pursuing the art of the long rod, it was a banner day indeed. 
river rogues
Thx fellas, it was a great trip!


  1. What a freaking blast. Looks like a good time. Nothing better then spending time with the family.


  2. Banner day indeed. I'm always a fan of the Jedi training posts.

  3. yup, a great day on the water. It is now my job to see that it's not soo long until the next time!

    Thx for checking in guys- mike

  4. Man, that water sure looks inviting..........good reminder about priorities!

  5. ya, a bit sad to see this season go- time to transition onto the Juan before it gets really cold. mjh

  6. Great post, awesome to see your son(s) enjoy the outdoors with you!