Annual Colorado Trip Dump 2010

I arrived an evening early and our reserved campsite was unoccupied so I grabbed it and set up my tent for the night. The next morning I was sitting at the camp table with my back to the dead end road when I heard some footsteps. I turned around and looked up. Then I looked up some more. There was a moose right behind me. When it turned away I saw the little moose. I grabbed my camera and took pics as they headed behind my tent and toward the creek. Then the baby moose stops and takes a piss middle stream.





Camp. I didn’t get a pic of mikey’s new tent with closet and vestibule (the architectural kind). Just visualize it if you can.



Dog days right here. It was a hot 85°f for two days.


Nights were awesome though.


There were other camp visitors, too.


I think they were the culprits. I left some beer out for them to go along with the beer nuts but the dog drank it.


Deer every five minutes.

On the road.


In camp.


Under cars.


We ate good.


There was some fishing, too.


Mikey getting it on.


Mikey fishing a nice bend.


Evil old man rock wouldn’t give me a troot.



I’m off to look for feeding troots ie scenic driving.

I spot something on the steep hillside.


Bighorns. They let me take about forty pics before going in the tree line.




Back toward stony pass and lost trail creek with finger mesa in the background.


Finger mesa.


Above the reservoir.


Confluence of ute creek and the rio.


The rio grande reservoir.



In between my searching for troots I stuck a couple back at camp.


Oh yea.


Hey everybody!


But back to looking for troots.

The hidden moose pond.


Fed by a spring creek, can you see it?


Behind the pond I find this.


And behind the pond and down a steep hill I can see the river.


This looks like one fishy place during low flows.


That afternoon the rains came and came. It went from 85° to 65° The river woke up and I got some late afternoon action starting about 7:30pm.

Just wait until tonight.


I find myself night fishing in a buzz of river activity.


Oh yea!


A pic of me taking a pic in night mode. Didn’t work though.


All you can stick.



On the trip back.

Part two for more troots didn’t work out as planned. It was 102° at the san juan tailwater and only a couple cars at abes. The flow was raised to 1150cfs. I didn’t see anyone fishing.


The other side of the damn was where it’s at in this heat.


Back to arizona and the world’s largest stand of ponderosa pine in search of troot. Trips to the black, white, and the lil co are done.


20 some miles deep in the wht mtns to the black and the weather’s a bit off as usual.

The black is really low and black. Not a fish to be seen. Mikey’s favorite stream to take a spill in.



I could live here for a couple weeks.


On to the white and a ten mile loop through the res. If it looks fishy I’ll go get a permit and come back.


Well the white is blown out from the storms.




The only place that worked out was the little co at x diamond ranch.

I had the stream to myself all day and had a blast.
The stream was running high and cloudy and was on fire.
It’s a beautiful place and I hit it just at the right time.




I stuck a bow right off the bat nymphing.


Then two more subsurface while several struck topside at my yellow/black foam indicator so switching to big yellow foam thingys with a hook .


They’re inhaling this thing.


I tried out a toon hopper I had just got for the san juan.

This thing got brutally tortured by every fish in its path.
I only caught one bow on it though. The browns just attacked it.
It was hilarious. I never had so much fun on foam flys I never use.


Had a great time.