Thirty fish in 4 hours on a single fly in a National Park along a busy hiking trail.
|An Elk hair egg-laying green caddis. Looks a little beat-up, doesn't it.|
|John and Fred w/buffs to make us disappear in the forest. I always take a before picture to show the investigators that he wasn't coerced into this trip.|
The parking lot fills up with hikers, mostly families on Rocky Mountain motor vacations. The few fly fishers spread out along the trails which follow the streams or take a feeder branch. I have very seldom run into another fly fisher on these marvelous mountain streams.
The wading, casting, and drifts are not easy. Roll cast and bow and arrow casts are all you'll be able to use unless you are casting parallel to the stream. Even then a set will often put you in the branches. And there will be lots of sets.
|An Easter Brook trout descendent. Stocking of these easterners probably can be blamed on the Railroads. The higher you go and the further you hike the more likely you are to encounter cutthroats.|
|The trail follows one side of the stream but the other side of the stream, with the fast rushing waters will give you complete silence and solitude.|
|The brookies do have beautiful colors though.|
|It's not just about the fish.|