Another weekend of fly fishing over the weekend in the books. I’m off to a decent start to 2013 and hitting close to 100 days on the water. Not too shabby to hit a number like that while working a nine to five during the week. Most people in my shoes would be jealous.
Charlotte had a good weekend on the water. Not so much in terms of Saturday’s outing to the Dream Stream. It seems that Dream Stream is either productive or the complete opposite a lot of times. We stuck to deep pools, as is customary for the winter time when the fish dig down deep. After a migraine-level headache, I was ready to be done with the day. I remembered why I no longer stay out late on Friday nights. Lesson re-learned. Of course I managed to escape a day of no fish. I pulled a small brown on our way out. Charlotte ended up with no fish on the day, but still had fun. Or so she claimed. I’ll go with she had a good time being outside. The dog finally wasn’t much of a imposition on the water. That’s rare since he’s still a year old.
Now for Sunday. Winter is fun because you can sleep in, make breakfast and still hit ‘prime time’ on the water. I knew that Deckers would be the warmest of the South Platte River areas we typically fish. It was true. By the time we arrived at around 11:00 AM, already a shade above forty degrees. With Superbowl parties and such yesterday, it was a planned two hour trip. We spent just as much time in the car traveling there and back.
With warmer temperatures comes the inevitable crowds. Mostly from Denver it always seems. Scooting through the crowded river, we landed up back the first bend in a bit more of rugged terrain. Deep pools? Yep. I was pretty sure it would be a ‘no-dice’ day. I was wrong, thankfully. I never like taking Charlotte with projections of a possible skunking. We found our hole. I set Charlotte up initially with a three fly rig. Midges and emergers. I had heard about a faint Blue Winged Olive hatch that people had been reporting. Sure enough, we saw it come off. Throwing a three fly rig for a newer person to fly fishing comes with one big issue. Tangles. Charlotte had one of those delights early on. Then it was moving to a two fly rig, a little more manageable for the newcomer.
The deep pools in the area can produce some nice fish. We found our deep pool as far as we could get up without risking a fall down below. I’m glad the guy above us gave in and moved lower. I sat back for a bit after showing Charlotte where she would want to target her casts. She’s getting better every trip on her casts. Nymphing seems to be easier for her without false casting for her.
I made sure to get some long leaders and leave the strike indicators out of the pictures. Loading up on weight to sink the rigs down in the water column. I had almost given up on the fishing. After all, besides hearing about a BWO hatch and the possibility of the Brown Trout being on the up and up, I had heard a day before that it was slow fishing. That’s to be expected in early February. I was happy to be spectating and have Charlotte hit a fish early on in that pool.
She likes to hook fish and then say, “Oh my God, what do I do now?” I respond immediately, “Well, you do what you’ve been doing. Tip up on the rod. Let him take line if he needs it. Don’t lose that fish! It could be the only one on the day!”
I grabbed the rod to show her what I meant. This fish meant a lot to me too. If it was the only one, I didn’t want it to slip off and bury itself back in the pool. I had told her the previous week that she’ll be ecstatic on her first brown trout. She was. A nice fish of about 12″ or so. Beautifully colored, as they always are. She missed a few more fish and got another one to net. Proud doesn’t clearly describe the feeling of getting someone into some fish. I hooked two myself and had them right up at net.
Those two are counting, but Charlotte came out ahead at the end of the day. She’s beaten my dad on the river, my regular fishing partner Eric and me now. Hurt pride balanced with the satisfaction of having her catch fish. In all fairness, or more so to make myself feel better, I was guiding her. I told myself that.
Next week comes the Frostbite Fish Off. Hopefully we can get some decent sized fish.