In an effort to find a river that wasn’t totally blown out I ventured across the divide to the mighty Colorado. Fishing has been somewhat spotty in my usual hangouts and thus I found myself in an inferno. I’m no biologist but when the water temps are approaching 70 degrees there just isn’t a lot going on. I’m pretty sure as a kid growing up, Montana just shut the rivers down when the temps got that high and didn’t let anyone fish. Alas, being in the land of stocking Rainbows we can all relish in the fact that these fish are impervious to most natural dangers and if they somehow succumb to them, well, whatever we can just stock more. Bottom line is that its about time to fully devote myself to the capr and let the trout rest up and cool down. After all, the fall migration is within sight and I’ve been saving my brownie points for some long weekends.
I’ll be honest, I got my ass handed to me for most of the day and only had a few fish to show for my efforts. Of the fish I did get I have to give a fair share of the credit to Luna. One thing about Luna is if he is catching fish, you know its on a copper john. I don’t think anyone fishes (or ties) more copper johns.
You could see the kid from a mile away with a fish on and you know that it’s either a red or chartreuse copper john in a size 16. Needless to say today when he told me he and got a couple I just went ahead and tied one on because I know the kid can’t get past them in his box without blowing a gasket. I’m still working my angles to see if I can go over to his house and have a sleepover to try his wife’s culinary skills and get some free tutelage on the vice. Why go to a class when you can be a dirtbag and mooch off your friends?
On a side note the waders and orange Simms vest were out in force today. While I was debating a nude bath to cool down these guys were able to eat lunch in 5 layer Gore-tex. Good on em’.