It’s Always An Adventure

As you can probably deduce from my previous writings, fishing with these guys is always an adventure. Today was no different. We decided to go to another one of my fall favorites, The Williams Fork. The Willy is a nice little tributary of the Colorado that fishes well once all the mosquitos die. The mosquitos will literally kill anyone that walks in the area, if you venture there in the summer I would reccomend 100% DEET. Trust me, cancer would be a blessing compared to 15 minutes with the blood sucking demons of the Willy.

Really?
Really?

The weather was uncharacteristically warm for this time of year, lots of sun and temps near the 60’s. Today we got on the board early with a few scores, but we are still working on helping these Kansas folks hold fish in true Colorado fashion. I will say however that it is a small problem to have. A couple hours of good fishing brought everyones spirits up and helped make me look like less of an idiot.

Out of nowhere a few clouds rolled in and the winds ripped across the canyon. I consulted my Kansas relatives on the best way to avoid becoming a victim of a horrific death. They assured me that finding a low lying valley and being face down would assure my survival should I ever see a tornado. They also assured me that I was safe, Kansas is mathematically as flat as a pancake and so the risk of a tornado here in mountainous Colorado were slim to none. In fact, Dave laid down and took a quick nap as I cautiously watched the looming storm clouds.

His Middle Name Is Danger
His Middle Name Is Danger

With the beat down we put on our underwater allies I saw the eyes of my comrades begin to look heavy. I hesitantly asked if they were beginning to think it was time to pack it in for the day. Even though it was only 3PM the long walk out loomed in front of us and we began to work our way toward the path home. David especially needed to get back to the car to check his “fone” (that is honest to god how he spelled it) being as he had work that needed to be done back in Wichita. As we trudged back toward the car we noticed a few pieces of construction equipment that were sitting idle.

So Sneaky
So Sneaky

David took the opportunity to see if the keys were still in the vehicle so that he didn’t have to walk all the way back to the car. Approaching the skid-steer suspeciously he found the key to be in the ignition and the battery willing to provide a spark. That was all the encouragement we needed to get a free ride back to the parking lot. He casually parked the vehicle next to the gate, claiming the owner would thank him because he wouldn’t have to walk as far to get to his equipment on Monday. I suppose you can find the good in anything if you look hard enough…

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