Showing posts with label Brook trout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brook trout. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Two Weeks in Colorado (part 1...week 1) and video

If you asked me in May where I would be in July, I would have looked at you and shrugged my shoulders.  I had some plans and knew I had the support from my wife to leave for 14-17 days with travel but the world of Covid had restricted so many destinations I simply did not have a clue.



As May melted into June and runoff quickly ended in Southwest Colorado, I began to get a picture of the general direction I would head.  The area is full of off-the-grid streams and dispersed camping areas, one could easily disappear for two weeks, no question!  And that would ultimately be my plan.  Leave civilization behind for the next couple of weeks.



I started combing the internet for any and all information available around Creede, Colorado.  It was a point on a map that I had not considered during my travels to Colorado before, but it was close enough to the Conejos area that I felt confident enough to tackle it solo.  Worst case, if it was a bust, I could relocate to the Conejos area and salvage most of this trip.   





After 14.5 hours on the road, I had reached the jumping off point for this trip, Alamosa, Colorado.  Effectively the point you need to decide if you're heading north or south.  With the truck pointed north towards Creede the adventure would begin in 2.5 hours. 





I arrived at my first location and quickly remembered the scale of traveling in Colorado.  What looks like a 3 mile dirt road, which might take 30 minutes to travel, will more than likely take an hour or more.  Such was the case with the first stream.  It seemed easy enough from google maps.  But dead fall, elevation and boulders the size of basketballs require some patience to travel.  I was thankful to be in a vehicle with high clearance, 4wd and skid plates.  In fact, this road would actually be one of the easier to travel and on one occasion I had to turn back after a 3 hour drive.




The stream wasn't visible from satellite maps so I wasn't really sure what to rig up first.  I assumed my Orvis superfine carbon 7.5 ft 3 weight would work but I also packed a 4 weight just in case.  After hiking down, I was excited to see the water was perfect for a 3 weight.  Let the games begin!





The next few hours were such a good time I didn't notice the clouds forming until the rain was coming down.  Funny how, browns and bows rising to dry flies will make you lose all awareness of your surroundings.  I just kept searching for that next hold and trying to get flies under or near the likely spots.  The rain didn't last long and the sun was out again.  Mayflies and caddis were in the air and fish were actively looking for them on the surface.  It was a great afternoon.



My original plan was to relocate after this stream.  But the drive in and the incredible fishing made it impossible for me to leave.  I set up my cot in the bed of the truck and spent the next two nights on this stream outside Creede, Colorado.



Eventually, the time came to relocate.  My next stop required a 6 mile hike into a remote stream in the Weminuche Wilderness.  I was delayed getting to the start by ranchers moving cattle up the forest service road.  But that wasn't a big deal, I had planned to camp for two nights. 


After hiking down nearly three miles and then dropping into a valley for the next three miles, I was finally close enough to hear the stream.  Although, I still had not seen it and again, had no idea which rod to rig first.  I brought my 3 and 4 weights on this backpacking trip and went with the 3 weight to begin.



After making my way to the water, I realized I really needed two 3 weights.  The 4 wasn't going to help much here.  The freestone stream was smallish and somewhat overgrown.  Where I was camped, the water was pretty fast, with small pockets and overhanging brush.  Casting had its challenges but several wild brookies and rainbows ate the size 12 dry I was drifting.  About a mile up, the stream opened up more and the gradient slowed.  I found a native rio cutthroat and several nice rainbows.  The size and willingness of the fish increased as the day and water passed.   There were several streams that emptied into this one and each had it's own flavor.  Not many photographs were taken but I did GoPro the entire trip and that video is linked at the bottom of this post.







The next two days, weren't much different.  The action was slower in the morning but became intense in the afternoons.  Mostly, because the temperatures started near freezing and warmed to over 70 each afternoon, bringing lost of bugs out!  Overall, it was an amazing experience and an adventure I'll never forget. 


I hiked out and set-up my next camp in the Rio Grande National Forest for days 5 and 6.  While planning this trip I knew I would be tired after hiking out so I opted for a stream that was near a road.  What I read about it stated, "the stream sees some traffic but fishing is ok on the upper end."  I was only planning one afternoon and one night, so I was cool with it not being super remote.  I planned to wake up early and dive to a very remote stream the next morning anyway.


The fishing was actually really good.  My decoder ring for Colorado shows...when someone from Colorado say's fishing is "OK".  To the rest of us not from CO, WY, MT, UT or ID...it's going to be great!  Atleast, I think 15-25 browns and one cutbow on dries is pretty great!  Especially, since it was only a few hours in the afternoon, and easy road side access!




The next morning, I woke early!  Excited about the remote stretch of water that required a 3 hour drive up a forest service road.  I'll skip to the part where I was a mile up the road and it started to go straight up with giant basketball sized boulders everywhere.  Eventually, I made the decision after going about a mile up to turn around.  This road did not appear to go anywhere near the stream.  In my research, it looked like it did but I never found any evidence or read anything that explicitly said it did.  On the way down a group of OTV's and doonbuggies stopped so I could get by.  I quickly waived one of them down and confirmed the road didn't lead to any stream.  The only way was a  hour drive around the mountain.  Bummed, I headed back to where I started and regrouped.




A buddy from Denver, was driving down the next day (Friday).  So I touched base with him and we made a plan to fish two streams.  One was a favorite of mine, which he had never fished.  One was new to us both. 


Saturday started with a 2 mile hike and drop down to the stream.  The fishing was super, in spite of the 20-30 mph winds.  I opted for my Orvis H3f 10ft 4 weight because if the extra wind and added reach.  We both lost count of the many browns and rainbows we caught on dries.  Eventually the sun started to fade and we had a 3 or 4 mile hike out. 




The next day, we loaded camp and made the 2 hour drive to the stream neither had fished.  It wasn't suppose to be an adventure but with lack of information and a high sense of, "we'll figure it out" we parked and hiked down a dried up creek bed, which we knew would end at the creek.



It did not.  It never really ended or changed, it simply turned into a maze with a herd of cattle sprinkled in at different points.  We'd followed a path down a rabbit hole and after an hour decided to turn back.  After locating a new trail and following it for an hour, we finally found water.  And it looked magnificent...the 12 tents and the family having a reunion on its bank thought so too!


After walking another 45 minutes we found the remoteness we came here for and the brown trout were hangry!  My buddy had to leave at 3pm so the outing wasn't a long one but we both decided we'd come back and explore more of this watershed.  Judging from the map, we still had over 8 miles of water we never laid eyes on.  Still, in that short time, we both caught and saw many browns eager to take large attractor dries.  On the way out, we located a well worn trail that led right to the road we had parked on.  It took maybe an hour to hike out lol! 


Fly Fishing the Weminuche Wilderness - backpacking into a remote stream.


 












Tuesday, September 15, 2015

4 days in the Driftless

The decision to go was easy.  Making it work was hard.  There were so many obstacles that tried to derail this trip, stuff at school, stuff at work, piles of stuff from all directions.  Every week I'd get it worked out only to have something else fail.  I was literally in St Louis at 9 pm (8 hrs drive time) when my wife called to tell me some water had just dripped from the ceiling into the living room.  Seriously!  


It was really tough but I found the strength and asked if she wanted me to come home.  We all know I was secretly hoping she'd say "no".  As luck would have it, she wanted me to go get the fishing out of my system...so I kept driving and driving and driving.



That's when I noticed the lightening in the distance.  Oh C'mon...more stuff!  I checked the weather forecast, a Flash Flood watch was issued for the area.  It was 1 am and I had been driving for 12 hrs.  I could stop and rest or keep going.  Guess what I did?



I was about 3 hours away and my original plan was to sleep in the van for a few hours.  Finish the drive and fish in the afternoon.  But seeing the weather approaching, I decided to get there fast and fish as long as I could.  The luck I was having I figured the creeks would be blown out soon and the only fishing, if any, would be in the morning.


Wild rainbows are truly beautiful and full of fight.  see stocked below.


I downed another redbull, opened the windows, and jammed some Taylor Swift...it was torture.  But anything with ears will run away from the sound of her voice, so the roads were empty of deer! **



I arrived around 4 am to nothing.  It was still and clear.  Maybe it was going to work out.  I rig up and decided to nap in the back seat.  That lasted about an hour...



I was sound asleep when I heard the booming echoing in the distance.  I was down in a ravine and couldn't see what was coming and I didn't have cell service.  So I just waited, and then all hell broke lose.  Rain, thunder, lightening...the wind was howling.



My hopes of fishing washed away with the rain.  I went back to sleep.  When I woke up again it was 8 am.  All was clear...I'm going in as long as the creek wasn't flashing!



Gave it a good looking over and it looked good.  And the fish must have appreciated that I was listening to Sublime and not blasting Taylor Swift over the speakers b/c they were everywhere.  That day started terrible but I didn't want it to end.



I was suppose to meet Kevin at the campground that afternoon but every time I started to walk out my feet went the wrong direction.  So I kept fishing.  I tried a few more times to walk out, but my feet wouldn't cooperate.



It was way past the time I should have left and getting close to you're an A-hole if you don't get to the campground soon so I headed out.  You know your with good company when they say, "why are you here...we didn't expect you till after dark".




We looked over the map and made a plan for the next morning.  Got up early and headed out to the "spot".  Made our way to the stream and found a good place to ambush our prey.  As luck would have it...2 other guys must have came in behind us and "dropped-in" on us...if you've ever surfed you know what that means and fights happen over it.  "Dropping in", is when a person sets up on a wave, paddles in and has the right of way.  But at the last moment another person cuts them off, or "drops-in" front of them.  That's what these guys did.  We had walked down the trail a little (20yds) to get behind some fish we saw rising.  We got into place and were coming back up when...there they were right where those risers were.  We moved on.



It ended up being a good day.  We had limited choices of water we could fish.  A few of the creeks were chocolate milk.  A few others had a crowd...



We pull up to an access and saw a truck parked.  We didn't want to encroach on anyone so I got out and went to ask if he was fishing or just sitting.  Now picture this, as I get closer I notice the driver is sharpening a big blade...the way chefs do in restaurants.  Then I notice he's wearing a shirt but it's unbuttoned.  I stop where I'm at and wave...watching the door very closely.  The guy waves with the ninja sword he's holding.



I say something, like...hey man, we were going to fish here but don't want to get into a fight with the last Samurai.  Are you fishing here?  He responds in a normal way, he was fishing, another guy did also, but we're welcome to give it a try.  Additionally he offers, that the stocking truck was going to be here soon.  That's what he was waiting on, while he sharpened his hunting knives.  Hunting knife...sure dude!



So we did what you do when you want to fish.  And just when we got to the water, we realized our mistake.  My attention was on the ninja warrior and I failed to account for the zombie stocking truck following.  Truck loads of people arrived and started moving to the creek.



Not complaining, they have every right to be there...just found it humerus and somewhat unsporting.  But not everyone who fishes does it for sport...some just want to feed their family.  I respect that.



It was a valuable lesson, check the stocking schedule before you decide on the water you'll fish.  There was So Much Water (see what I did there) to fish it was never an issue.  We moved several more times and each stop yielded fish.  Mostly browns for me.  Kevin found mostly rainbows.



The last 2 days went much like the first 2.  Lots of water visited and lots of fish caught.  My week of fishing went like this:

Mornings started with small streamers or drys.
Mid morning I was nymphing.
Afternoon with the winds and sun meant hoppers and terrestrials, with the occasional dropper.
Late afternoon - more nymphing and drys.




It was a great trip.  Looking forward to the next.  


**disclaimer - There is no actual research to support this statement, "anything with ears will run away from the sound of her voice".  More importantly, I would rather crash my car into a deer than listen to Taylor Swift.
  



Friday, June 19, 2015

Road Trip 2015

School is out.  Ball season is over (for my kids).  And my awesome family agreed to keep the girls for 2 weeks while they were at art camp in Little Rock....yes, I know I'm one lucky person.  2515 miles later and I can say, the road trip was out of this world great!  I caught trout in 3 states (IA, MO, AR).  Including an unscripted stop in AR for largemouth and smallmouth bass.  Here's how it went down.



1st stop

 So...what to do and where to do it.  If you've been checking this blog out, then you know I'm going to be fishing.  I keep it pretty flexible...no plan is usually how I plan my trips.  Sunday, I was checking out the weather in SELA, Ozarks (AR/MO), East Tennessee, NM, CO, IA...basically anything with in driving range.  Driving range being 14-16 hours for me (an over night stay and a wake up to fishing).  The weather was how I eventually decided...I needed 4-5 days of good weather and I found it in Iowa.







It was settled, I told my wife how much I loved her (even asked if she wanted to go...got her typical response, "are you fishing"..."no".), packed up the kids and all of our stuff, and started driving to Little Rock.  2.5 hours later, I was getting them settled in at their Nana's.




Most of the time I'm feel welcomed everywhere I go (I think so anyway).  But on Sunday, I got the feeling it would be ok if I departed sooner than later.






This was how I figured it out.  Early conversations, Nana,"where are you going".  Me, "Iowa".  Nana, "Wow that's a long way away.  What time does camp start every morning".  Me, "the driftless is all small stream trout fishing and hopefully I won't see many people".  Nana, "Ok.  Hey, what do they want for lunch".  Me, "I'm planning to fish as many of them as I can in 7 days".  Nana, "That's a long time.  Who has the girls next"?  Me, "Here's a folder with all the paper work for camp.  Do you care if I leave now and start driving"?  Nana, "Nope, check in often, that's a long way away.  I love you and have a good trip"!  My family gets me!!    





First deviation from the schedule, start driving Sunday.  Plan to drive as long as I can keep my eyes open.  Then grab a cheap hotel or nap in the truck.  Wake up early Monday morning and finish the drive.  Fish the rest of the day on Monday.



Brought the yak (planned on a IA SMB float) but never got to use it

The drive went like this...just kidding.  Short story, I was way to excited to stop.  I pushed through MO and made it to IA before 2 am.  Stopped for coffee, red bull, and breakfast.  Only a couple hours until my destination...no chance I'm stopping.






Since I hadn't planned on arriving Monday morning, I didn't have a clue where to start fishing or how to get to where I had planned on staying for 5 nights.  Not an issue, there was plenty of water near the camp.  What I wasn't aware of was the sudden drop in cell phone coverage.  Just as I arrived and started to descend into the valley I lost reception.  Without a map I was driving blind and there were a lot of back roads to get lost on.




Found a small spot with reception and grabbed a screen shot of the area and had a map to the camp and 1st stream.  Game on!




Putting the experience into context.  I have zero experience with small streams.  Only tailwaters in AR.  First challenge...wear waders or not.  Started out with them on, went and took a closer look at the stream and access to the water.  Changed my mind...took them off.  2nd guessed myself again.  Put them back on.  I wasn't sure of the water conditions and access further than I could see...better to have them, and not need them, than not have them, and need them (my thoughts after being awake 24hrs).  It was a mistake (lack of sleep probably had an impact on my judgment).  It was hot, the water was skinny, and...it was really hot (90F).  Only wore them 1 day.  Wet waded every other stream (at times that was a mistake-explained later).





2nd challenge, presentation.  Fish were rising every where.  I got really excited and made my way to the stream anticipating an epic morning.  The bank was lined with brush at least as tall as the average person.  The first few presentations never found the water.  Instead, I had to reacquire my fly from the meadow behind me.  Didn't take long for me to figure out, after 700 miles, if you want to catch a fish, better put the fly in the water.




Made a few adjustments and voila, fly landed in the water.  After about 30 minutes I had my first fish.  Yep, they were indeed in the water.






It wasn't a smooth transition from tailwater fishing to small stream fishing.  I had to down size my indicator many times before I could bring fish to hand regularly.  When not nymphing soft hackles were very effective and I switched back in forth depending on the water depth.  




Eventually, the excitement of watching trout rise all day got to me and I decided to fish drys.  It's not something I do very often...I could count on 1 hand, how many times I've done it.  I was lacking in the selection department, if they wouldn't eat EHC, Adams, or BWO's, I wasn't going to be fishing drys long.  Fortunately, the area was ripe with insect activity.  The fish might have responded better to a local favorite...but I was happy catching the 30-40 fish each day on what I had in my box.  I did make a stop at the local general store to fill the ever growing empty spots in my box and picked up some local flies also.




I caught so many fish it was silly.  Big brookies, wild browns, and rainbows all came to hand over the next 2.5 days as I explored 5 different streams (at lunch I would move to a new creek).  Each with it's own personality and challenge.  The area was like the Disney World of fly fishing...you want fast shallow runs, visit X stream.  Want long deep pools where you can sight fish big wild browns, visit Y stream.  Want wild browns, wild bows, grab a map b/c it's all there and accessible.  Truly, it's an area for every one.

A 2 week road trip needs to be broken up into a few posts so I'm gonna end here and pick it back up later.

To be continued....

RT 2015 - Truly wild (part 2):
Truly wild (part 2)

RT 2015 - AR Ozarks SMB (part 3):
SMB float 

RT 2015 - AR tailwaters (part 4):
AR tailwaters (part 4)