• Finally

    Like most of us, it has been too long since Iíve prowled the banks of a trout stream but finally after a summer of back to back to back workshops and meetings along with endless days in the triple digits, I finally was able to find the time. Following a weeklong workshop in Colorado Springs, my wife and I headed to the high country.

    We arrived at our campsite just after dark in much needed rain. This campsite is the last campground near the headwaters of one of those famous Colorado rivers. I like to go as high as I can to get to the small part of the river and to get as far as I can from the crowds. In the past Iíve only had to share the campground with one or two other parties. Unfortunately, the Forest Service decided to make this campground a volunteer payment. This time there were several partiesómostly ATVíers. There was one couple who were flyfishing. So much for complete solitude.

    I woke to clear skies and a wonderful vista of tall peaks surrounding a high mountain valley.



    Two of the ATV parties packed up and left so the day was looking up. In my experience high country trout donít really seem to get going until things warm up a bit so I took my time and savored the early morning. About 9:30 I rigged up and walked about a mile downstream in order to fish back upstream towards camp. The other party went upstream for camp so I never encountered another flyfisher.



    I saw no surface action so I started with a nymph with a strike indicator. On about the third cast, I had a strike on the indicator. That was all the hint I needed. I switched to an Elk Hair Caddis and didnít look back. The water was down from past years and warm. I didnít need the waders at all. In fact, they were a nuisance and hot. The fish were moderately cooperative. I had to work to catch fishónot like earlier visits to the stream. The low, clear water made this meadow stream much more difficult to fish.



    Some of the browns were spectacularly colorful.




    At one point, fishing the spillway of a beaver dam I hung up my EHC on a branch just over the run. I broke off and to my good fortune the fly dropped into the water and stared drifting towards me. I reached to recover the fly but a trout got there first. Irony.

    I stumbled on two species of orchid and got reacquainted with other familiar wildflowers.







    Prime Colorado real estateóa beaver lodge with a view.



    A great start to two weeks of Colorado fishing.

    We broke camp, caught lunch in Crested Butte and then headed over Kiebler pass to our next destination.


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    Comments 13 Comments
    1. gusstrand's Avatar
      gusstrand -
      Love the trees. The rest rocks, too... but I love birch woods...
    1. ksbioteacher's Avatar
      ksbioteacher -
      Quote Originally Posted by gusstrand View Post
      Love the birch trees. The rest rocks, too... but I love birch woods...
      Thanks and...

      Well.....

      I love birch trees myself---particularly paper birch trees around the Great Lakes. However, these are Aspens from perhaps the most extensive stand of Aspens I've ever seen. Kebler Pass is famous for the Aspen's in the fall.

      http://www.gcollier.com/Kebler-Pass-Autumn.html
    1. gusstrand's Avatar
      gusstrand -
      OK, I love aspens, too. You a biology teacher or something?! LOL.
    1. mems's Avatar
      mems -
      Quaking aspens are cool. I loved wathcing them shimmering in the breeze in Montana. I would love to have a wind chime that looked like those leaves. Mems.
    1. jeepster's Avatar
      jeepster -
      Great pics. I call aspen a birch all the time. I donít know why.
    1. Brooktrout's Avatar
      Brooktrout -
      Beautiful pics and story. Glad you made it to the high country.
    1. gusstrand's Avatar
      gusstrand -
      Quote Originally Posted by jeepster View Post
      Great pics. I call aspen a birch all the time. I don’t know why.

      I'm with you... I used to live 30 minutes from a campground in the Sierras up on HWY190 called Quaking Aspen... went up there all the time and I knew what the trees were... and I still called them birch.

      ksbio, awesome trip for sure.
    1. Satoshi's Avatar
      Satoshi -
      A meadow stream and a beaver pond.... Those are places I would like to fish before I die.
      Thank you for posting, ksbioteacher.
    1. joe's Avatar
      joe -
      Good report and pictures. There are pockets of Big Tooth Aspen in the Easten USA where Birch dominate. I bagged your Aspen photo for my desktop.
    1. njtrout's Avatar
      njtrout -
      Satoshi, I don't know if I could live without them (Beaver ponds). Unfortunately where I/we just moved there are few. Where we used to live.... too many to visit in a years time (unless you're retired). A post about them, from those that fish them, would be nice.

      Not trying to 'hijack' this thread just sayin'...
    1. Lone Wulff's Avatar
      Lone Wulff -
      Great report - I really enjoyed it. I miss Colorado. I was hoping to get out there this summer, but it didn't happen. Maybe next year.
    1. ksbioteacher's Avatar
      ksbioteacher -
      I've been trying to get to the North Carolina mountains as well. Maybe we can get both worked in over the next couple of years.

      NJTrout: I generally pass by beaver ponds and only occasionally fish them anymore. I used to target them but find that the challenges of flowing water are more likely to lead me into a Flow experience. Still--here's a couple of images not the most scenic.



    1. ofuros's Avatar
      ofuros -
      Glad you found the time to recharge & relax, ksbioteacher.....love the beautifully speckled trout.