Showing posts with label colorado. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colorado. 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.


 












Thursday, October 17, 2019

Colorado by Morning - A camping and fly fishing trip

It would be a 15 hour day and I'd be driving it solo this year.  While the thought of driving that long hurt my brain, it meant I would be able to hit the forest service roads before the sun rose and potentially have camp set-up early mornig.  This would give me enough time to hike out for a few hours and get some fishing in before the thunderstorms started at noon.




You would think after driving that distance falling to sleep would be easy.  However the excitement of camping in the mountains and browns eating attractor dry flies kept me up way too late.  My thoughts centered around my supplies, gear, and everything else I needed before I checked off the grid for the next few days.


very productive attractor
Tying video for this fly can be found on my Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/looknfishy/videos/1178963652264964/

Three hours later I was looking across the valley.  This would be my home for the next several days.  Not a sole in sight.  The only sounds were from the river making its way down the mountain and the wind whispering to the trees.





The first afternoon was nearly exceptional.  Fish were holding in all the expected spots and rose eagerly to my offerings.  I didn't venture very far the first afternoon.  Thunderstorms were forecast to begin at 1pm.  If you weren't headed back when they started, it meant walking out with lightening crashing all around.  I learned that lesson last year and would not repeat it again this year.






As expected, the clouds started to build around lunch signaling my departure.  I made it back to camp just as the wind picked up and the rain crashed down.  I made lunch and enjoyed a beer under the cover of the rain fly.  Being surrounded on all sides by mountains there wasn't any real way to know how long it would last.  The cell phone was only good for capturing pictures out here.  A few hours passed before the rain stopped.  Another 30 minutes before the sun came out.  The temperature dropped 30 degrees putting a much appreciated chill in the air.  The excitement of ending the day throwing dry flies to rising trout was brief.  No worries, it had been a great morning and I could use some rest.  





Realizing that each afternoon would be shortened by several hours, I set my alarm for 5 am each morning.  The time it takes to make breakfast, coffee and pack for the afternoon is considerably shortened when you're solo adventuring.  The next few days were filled with browns in the morning and rain in the afternoon.  Four days went by quickly but it was time to relocate to another area, which would take the better part of the morning.  Again, leaving me with just a few hours to fish.







From my new camp I had access to several streams and lakes.  But the weather would dictate which day I would visit each.  I stayed close on the days with a greater chance of storms but luck was on my side for a few.  Later in the week, the percentages and timing allowed me to hike out a little further.





This was the only day I actually ran into another person.  We stopped and talked for a minute.  Not wanting to jump ahead of him or fish behind him, I stopped and had lunch.  Giving him 30 minutes to get up a little further.




It was my last afternoon in Colorado and I was hopeful the weather would hold off.  But like every day before, it started to build in the afternoon.  I could hear the thunder in the distance rolling through the valley.  I stepped on to the trail and started to hike out when I saw the guy from earlier.  The storms had been really brutal and knowing he had just gotten here I made my way over to relay the information before hitting the trail hard.  My truck was in sight when the weather went south quick.  The winds gust to 30 mph, the rain was blinding and lightning was coming down all over.  After 30 minutes, I knew I had to start driving back to Arkansas and hoped that dude made it out ok.

 



Here are some video clips on IG:
https://www.instagram.com/p/B00tGP3B_1d/
https://www.instagram.com/p/B0bwGEHhGBd/

More from this and other trips can be found on my FB and IG pages...
https://www.facebook.com/looknfishy/
https://www.instagram.com/looknfishy/




 

Friday, August 3, 2018

Fly Fishing Southwest Colorado - The Conejos Drainage



It was three miles to the lake.  A trail along the creek led to and from our goal of catching native Rio Grande Cutthroat trout.  All we had to do was follow the trail.  We didn’t follow the trail.  We did what guys do and improvised.  I like to call it “blazing our own path.”  It wasn’t long before we knew we needed to find the trail.  If we continued on our journey, it would have been off a cliff, which concluded with a 50-foot fall.  If we went any further there would be blood, pain, and absolutely a broken fly rod.



We found the lake and it indeed held plenty of natives.  It was a great afternoon that ended too quickly.  Suddenly, a rumble grabbed our attention.  In the mountains, such rumbles echo for a few seconds longer as they bounce off the cliffs.  This allows the situation to really sink in.  The clouds were getting darker and building but the mountains masked them until they were on top of us.





We had been in Colorado three days and each afternoon were greeted with Thunderstorms.  It was these storms that made our trip possible.  A few weeks prior the Rio Grande National Forest was closed due to the Spring Creek fire, the 3rd largest wildfire in Colorado history.  Our wives reminded us of this as we left because they had no clue where we would be over the next week. In honesty, I had no clue either.  I had just gotten back from the Wisconsin Driftless area.  I was just happy to be on another fly fishing road trip.




Now I was wondering how long it would take us to get back to the vehicle.  We all had the same though, fish the creek leading to the lake on the way out and catch a few more cutty's.  Yeah that was probably a bad idea. The first thing I ran into was, what we all considered bear scat.  I had never seen any in person but every door in the area had signs warning of black bears so we just assumed that’s what it was.  Whatever left this gift did it while we were at the lake.  It wasn’t on the trail that morning.  


The cliff that almost broke our fly rods



Then the sky started to flash and you could feel the buzz of lightening in the air.  At 10,000 feet you are actually in it!  The booming thunder shook the trees.  Thankfully the vehicle was in sight.  We threw our stuff in and got moving down the mountain just when the hail started to fall.  Then Brad said, “you’re not going to believe this, we’re about to have a flat.”  The tire sensor was saying, “the mountain ate your tire bro.” 




In reality, the sensor was misinformed.  As Brad opened the door, the hiss of air was immediate, which was expected.  What none of us expected was, “we’re going to have two flats.”  Both tires on the driver side had been eaten by the mountain.  No worries we have a spare and some fix-a-flat.  We sprang to action like a NASCAR pit crew.  Then the fix-a-flat lost its mind.  Rather than spraying its magic solution into the tire it just oozed all over itself.  It was 7 years old…dude replace the can every few years.  The only thing left was to break out the air pump and fill the tire up every 15 minutes as we limped back to camp. 

River down below - required a hike in


26 days later we arrived back at the dispersed camping area along the Conejos river.  For the first time in a few days, I was thankful to see people walking near our camp.  We all jumped up and flash mobbed them as they passed our camp.  It went like this and I have no idea who said what or in what order.  “how was the, did you sit through the, been down there long, we got caught on the, fix-a-flat.”  We waited for their response.  They offered us the broken net they found on the trail.  



The next morning, we woke up bright and early expecting to spend the day hobbling to Antonito to get the tires fixed.   We hadn’t even made it out of camp before the psi started dropping quickly.  It was going to be a long day.  Then the two guys from the night before were standing in the road waving us down.  With big smiles on their faces and something that looked like a can of “you just saved our vacation” in their hands.  Score, you guys rock, lets go fish!  
The Video from the trip...

Photo Dump from the rest of the trip.  Read the captions!
When one guy forgets to purchase his fishing license.

We threw attractor and dry with droppers all week.



Dispersed camping along Conejos River

Low water in some areas meant hiking to find pools


Brad and Tom getting dinner ready

We ate well
Saddle Creek

Saddle Creek near headwaters...this was nearly a 7 mile RT hike...we might have blazed our own path

High altitude cutties take your breath away
Lots of browns

hoppers got looks, stimi's got eats