Friday, September 21, 2012
Spinney
I have been trying to figure the Pike on a Fly thing. I am getting better slowly. I went to Spinney, and landed a few hammer handles (24-26 in). I also landed a 20 in Rainbow on Greg Pearson's Boo Yah fly. This is a great fly for the toothy critters, and now great streamer for trout. Here are a few pics!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Abyss
Well I went to Abyss Lake in the Mt Evans Wilderness area. Fishing was fantastic. They were taking muddler minnows on top. (Taking them for moths) The scenery was marvelous, the hike got the old ticker pumping. The weather was great until the hike out, then the rain, lightning, and hail arrived. It made a tough hike out, an extremely tough hike. I would do it again tomorrow!!! Enjoy.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Spinney
Chad & I went to Spinney last week. The Callibaetis were still going crazy. The weather we had sucked for humans but good for fishing. Of course the wind was blowing pretty good, so not much dry fly action, but they were taking the hares ears like mad. We also were picking up fish on chironomids. I got a 24inch pike to the boat but not in so no pic. More coming soon.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
The Winds
We just got back from our 63 mile roundtrip backpacking / fishing trip. It was one of the best trips yet. The bugs were not a obnoxious as usual. The fishing was off the charts. Here are a few pics to wet your whistle!
More To Come Real Soon!!!
Friday, July 20, 2012
Spinney Resavoir
Callibaetis & Damsels!!! Spinney is getting HOT. Chad & I went a week ago. We did quite well on Dries!!!!
Friday, July 6, 2012
Colorado Tigers
Well we have a new member to the family. Greysen is a young man who has got the tiger bug. I will let Greysen tell the story.
This 42 inch 22 pound Tiger Muskie was taken on a size 2 Whitlocks near nuff crayfish. On my walks home from school I often find myself scanning the water usually for trout or grass carp, but on this balmy summer day I encountered this beast sunning in the shallows off of a steep embankment of about 15 or 20 feet. I figured if I was going to have a shot, it was now. After hastily assembling my rod, I double hauled the farthest cast I could muster and miraculously I put it about 6 feet offshore of her, and about 2 feet in front of her nose. I gave a couple quick strips to get the fly into her vision. She willingly sped forward, and after seeing her tail flare up, I knew I was in for the ride of my life. After a quick pop, she hit it, I set the hook and she took off. I slid down the embankment, struggling to keep the line taut and waded out to my chest to keep as little distance between the fish and myself. The fight was surprisingly brief, about 20 minutes, but she pulled hard and when I got her close the first few times she tail walked and got me soaking wet. Wet and weary, I finally managed to drag my coup de grace into my arms. The intense shimmering colors, and those big yellow eyes are rivaled by nothing. After trying to revive her for about 15 minutes I knew she just didn't have the strength to go back. I dragged her back to our family restaurant, Willow Creek, wrapped her up and called a taxidermist. I'll see that fish again any day now, and I'll have a great story to tell anyone who sees her hanging above the bar.
It is refreshing to see our youth getting into fly fishing. Especially when it requires such patience. Great job Greysen!!
This 42 inch 22 pound Tiger Muskie was taken on a size 2 Whitlocks near nuff crayfish. On my walks home from school I often find myself scanning the water usually for trout or grass carp, but on this balmy summer day I encountered this beast sunning in the shallows off of a steep embankment of about 15 or 20 feet. I figured if I was going to have a shot, it was now. After hastily assembling my rod, I double hauled the farthest cast I could muster and miraculously I put it about 6 feet offshore of her, and about 2 feet in front of her nose. I gave a couple quick strips to get the fly into her vision. She willingly sped forward, and after seeing her tail flare up, I knew I was in for the ride of my life. After a quick pop, she hit it, I set the hook and she took off. I slid down the embankment, struggling to keep the line taut and waded out to my chest to keep as little distance between the fish and myself. The fight was surprisingly brief, about 20 minutes, but she pulled hard and when I got her close the first few times she tail walked and got me soaking wet. Wet and weary, I finally managed to drag my coup de grace into my arms. The intense shimmering colors, and those big yellow eyes are rivaled by nothing. After trying to revive her for about 15 minutes I knew she just didn't have the strength to go back. I dragged her back to our family restaurant, Willow Creek, wrapped her up and called a taxidermist. I'll see that fish again any day now, and I'll have a great story to tell anyone who sees her hanging above the bar.
It is refreshing to see our youth getting into fly fishing. Especially when it requires such patience. Great job Greysen!!
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