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Colorado
Fly Fishing - Bait Huckin' vs. Fly Fishin' |
by:
Richard
Chapo |
It
was one of those fishing trips. You know,
everyone catches fish but you, you loose
six or eight of your most expensive streamers,
it rains buckets, and you sink the boat.
That's right; I got skunked at Steamboat
Lake over Memorial weekend.
I was determined to show those meat huckers
(worms and power bait) that a well chosen
and strategically placed fly was as effective
as anything a conventional fisherman could
load on a hook and hang under a bobber.
Well, no such luck, I got stomped.
The fish were rising like mad on a midge
hatch, and I threw everything in the box
at them. I could swear I saw a hefty rainbow
nudge my fly to the side to eat the natural
laying only centimeters from my damn near
perfect replica. As we watched the group
of 12 year olds add another 18" fish to
their stringer (full loaded, I might add)
I decided it must be a lake thing. I don't
fish lakes often.
I usually have good luck with a streamer
in faster moving water, so I head for one
on the several tributaries hoping to get
the boat up far enough to make a make a
few good casts. No such luck, here comes
the wind. Determined and frustrated, I proceed
to lose several of my best streamers in
the dense shrubbery surrounding the mouth
of the creek (can't retrieve them since
the current is too strong to get the boat
any further up the creek).
On the way back to camp we are passed by
a couple of boats with stringers of fish
crashing off the bows of their boats (hmmm,
are they just rubbing it my face, or are
they tenderizing the meat?)Questioning my
decision to become a fly fisherman, I head
over to the dock to pick up my 5 year-old
son and a fresh styro of night crawlers.
I'll let my son fish the meat before I crumble
and load one up on the spinner myself. Surprising,
no luck with the meat either, and hear comes
the rain. I throw my arms up and ponder
my karma activity of the past year.
We charge for shore as the lake turns to
white caps. The rain and lightning moves
in fast. Did I mention that we got the boat
for free and have no clue what to do in
the rain? We pull the boat up close to shore
near our camp, outside of the no-wake zone.
We leave all of our gear and head for the
soggy camp.
Well, apparently it's best to leave your
boat in protected cove in the no wake zone.
From what we could tell, our boat was hammered
with 300 to 400 gallons of water from the
waves and boat wakes from boaters rushing
back to the dock. Yes, it sank in 18 inches
of water. I didn't realize a boat could
sink in 18" of water! All of our gear is
floating around the shore. The gas tank
and gear which included an Orvis waste pack
with hmmmm, some 500 plus flies. Every box
any fly had to be opened and dried on the
dashboards of our trucks.
We bail the boat, load the truck and haul
our soggy gear and crippled egos back home.
Next memorial day, it's back to the river!!!
Rick Chapo is with NomadJournals.com
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