Not long ago I was blessed the opportunity of picking up King D-Bag David Taylor and his son (my cousin) Whit from DIA. David decided to do some planning and thought he was all prepared to come out to Colorado. He went to Gander Mountain and bought some nice duck hunting waders and a few pairs of long underwear in Wichita. While I was slightly concerned about his choice in gear, I was more concerned about if he could manage to take care of himself. We had a small knot tying session where Whit was able to pick up on the basic skills in a little under 7 minutes. David had a tough time, we had to get out some “string” (old fly-line) and practice a bit. He just kept forgetting how many times to twist and which part goes through where.
We managed to stop by the shop and grab some acceptable fishing attire before making out way to the Dream. The guys were a little tired so at 7-11 David got a little energy boost before we made our way down to the stream. Being as we arrived around noon we were placing our bet on “magic hour” providing us with some memorable fishing for our first day.
We trekked down to the river with about 4,000 other people and sat in limbo for a bit waiting for a spot to open up. While we were waiting, we were greeted by Tyler and his girlfriend who had also decided to come up for the day. They had parked in the upper lot and since I don’t have a park pass I didn’t want to pay the $5 to drive through Spinney I made everyone walk a couple hundred yards instead. With the wind rearing its head in the usual 20 mph fashion we worked on getting knots out of leaders and emptying water out of waders, that sort of thing. Whit grabbed a few flies and was able to manage himself the entire afternoon. He has fifteen years less experience than his dad but somehow showed an aptitude of someone who had been doing it for years. Magic hour came and went and unfortunately we didn’t do very well. This was due to a variety of reasons including but not limited to:
1. We were rusty
2. There were lots of people
3. We suck
Tyler at least made our entire group look respectable by pulling in a halfway decent fish before the end of the day. Even though we didn’t get the fish, the good news is that we have the rest of the weekend to try and find them. After dinner David picked up a goat and Whit and I sacrificed it on the back deck of the hotel room to please the Fishing Gods. I will let you know if they looked upon our offering with favor.
Time to move on, my friend.
I won’t admit you are right. I may know it in my heart, but I won’t give you the satisfaction, not yet.