So I went, I saw fish, I got fish to rise, and it was just what I needed. Pretty easy, just like it was supposed to be. I thought I would be hopper fishing, and there were indeed hoppers hopping all over the place, but the fish either ignored or refused. They ate damsels, ants, a little dry soft hackle, and a 16 Triple Double (FOD). Took a change or two for most, but they took it. Upstream, with 5x. Shallower riffles, a few seams, and an inch from the banks. Like I said, easy. Nice break.
The "paddle and scream" crews started floating by at 12:45. Bumper to bumper. This place makes a hot July day on the MO seem like a wildnerness fly-out river. Its narrow, fast, and they line up for 7 miles in an endless parade. Soon school will start, the leaves will change, and there will be more fishermen than screaming idiots. The morning was pleasant though. (Note to self: go a little earlier)
I forgot to grab a camera or two out of the boat before I left, so I did what I did. Friends don't let friends take pictures with telephones, but I guess they really are more than just telephones these days. Still don't like the idea, and I never use my phone over water, but it went in the waterproof wader pouch as I left the truck, and stayed dry for a few shitty pictures to remind myself about August on the Green. It could be a lot worse though. My home lets-go-catch-a-few water could be the South Platte at Deckers, a little creek pounded by Denver and the entire Front Range just an hour away. Or the 'Pan, with such colorful pools as the "toilet bowl." Or a little freestoner full of 10 inchers. But no, I can float, or wade, and catch 20 inchers on dries anytime I want! Hell, I still only fish a tiny part of it. There's 20+ miles of killer water. Overlooked and taken for granted. I should fish closer to home more.
|A little greener than February|
|Nice riffle to spot fish|
|Been a while since this has been tied on|
|Oh ya, there's a macro setting.|
|Atmosphere going to hell|