Monthly Archives: June 2025

Curtain Ponds – 06/13/2025

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Time: 1:30PM – 3:30PM

Location: Near Copper Mountain

Curtain Ponds 06/13/2025 Photo Album

On 06/17/2024 I endured a similar experience on Clear Lake, and on that occasion I salvaged a decent day of fly fishing by moving on to the Curtain Ponds. On 06/13/2025 I repeated that same cycle of events. Clear Lake was dead, so I cut my losses and migrated west along Interstate 70 to the Curtain Ponds near Copper Mountain. I drove in my waders, so upon my arrival at the ponds, I was essentially ready to fish.

Small Waves Greeted Me

My Sage four weight was already rigged with the mini chubby, a prince nymph and a hares ear; so I decided to give the three fly configuration a test at the outset. The sun was out most of the time, but intermittent clouds created wind and riffles. I fired casts toward depressions fifty feet from shore, and in the early going I managed to land two small brook trout that grabbed each of the trailing nymphs, as I began to strip the flies back toward me. This success, however, failed to reoccur, and the nymphs continually picked up vegetation from the weed beds, so I modified my approach.

Brilliant

I replaced the mini chubby with a peacock body hippie stomper, and then added a size 16 olive-brown deer hair caddis on an eighteen inch dropper. The double dry performed quite well, and I carried on with the combination for the rest of the afternoon. I snapped off the two flies on a bush at one point, but I replaced them with another set of stomper and caddis.

Getting Closer to the Bank

During my two hours on the pond, I landed twenty-two small brook trout. They were all within the six to eight inch range, but they were perfect gems with iridescent vermiculation along their backs and bodies along with orange bellies and white tipped fins.

A few of the catches molested one of the flies, as they sat motionless, but more frequently they attacked the caddis, as I began to strip. I allowed the flies to sit for ten to twenty seconds, and then I gave them a quick pop to create a wake from the stomper. This was followed by a second pop, and then, if no take resulted, I stripped faster back toward my position. I estimate that seventy percent of the hookups were produced by the caddis, and the remainder resulted from the hippie stomper. Refusals were part of the game, but takes far outnumbered the indecisive snubs.

Scintilating

For the third time this spring, I enjoyed a double. That is, I caught two trout on the same cast. In this case the larger brook trout engulfed the hippie stomper, and while I was playing it to my net, a smaller fish grabbed the trailing caddis. This was the first double on dries for this season.

Third Double of 2025

By switching locations I managed to salvage a decent day. Of course the fish were small, but I still had a blast fooling the small battlers. Not every cast was successful, and the sudden slashing of a hungry brook trout was always a surprise. I suspect that Clear Lake is off my list for 2025.

Fish Landed: 22

 

Clear Lake – 06/13/2025

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Time: 11:15AM – 12:30PM

Location: Clear Lake on Guanella Pass

Clear Lake 06/13/2025 Photo Album

My grandson Benny was ill and unable to attend daycare on Wednesday and Thursday, so us grandparents stepped in to provide care. This eliminated those two days from consideration for fly fishing. On Friday morning I had a doctor’s appointment at 8AM, but I decided that I could visit a relatively local lake, if I prepared ahead of time.

Big Horns

That is, in fact, what transpired, and I set out for Clear Lake on Guanella Pass after my appointment. I had decent success in the small mountain impoundment in previous years in early June, so I decided to give it another test. I arrived by 10:45AM, and after I pulled on my waders and boots and assembled my Sage four weight, I hiked a short distance to my favorite spot. Alas, as I slowly scrambled down the bank to the edge of the lake, I discovered four anglers surrounding my favorite spot.

Target Area Surrounded by Anglers

I surrendered to the crowd, and I established a position north of the other fishermen. The lake was already quite low, and for the most part the surface was smooth under very bright sunshine. These were not prime conditions. I rigged with a peacock hippie stomper and olive-brown deer hair caddis, and I began to fan casts to the mirror-like surface. The next twenty minutes tested my patience, as the flies sat unmolested. I failed to observe a single surface rise during my entire time at Clear Lake. I began to experiment with different retrieves including pops and stops and steady strips, but none of these tactics generated interest from a fish.

Hippie Stomper and Deer Hair Caddis

Slowly the competing anglers began to depart, and I interpreted this as a bad sign. The last of the folks that were present, when I arrived, moved on, but a young man in shorts with a spinning rod descended above me, and he began to launch long casts to the far shoreline. He seemed to have a bobber with a spinner beneath it, and the bobber scooted along the surface creating a wake. Eventually he crossed to the opposite bank and worked his way north and away from the area that I wished to occupy.

Smooth Like a Mirror

While this was going on, I decided to kill time and allow the water to rest, so I pulled out my lunch and relaxed on a large boulder. Once my lunch was completed, I changed my set up to consist of a tan body mini chubby Chernobyl, a prince nymph and a beadhead hares ear nymph. I crossed to the opposite shoreline, and I began lobbing casts in a southward direction, as I covered the deep drop off that produced in previous years. In spite of some nice casts and thorough coverage of the area, I was unable to generate even a look, until finally the top fly bobbed, and I set the hook. I quickly stripped in a six inch brook trout, and I was pleased to avoid a skunking at Clear Lake. I continued working my way along the bank, until I reached shallow water, and then I called it quits and modified my plan for the remainder of the day.

Fish Landed: 1

South Platte River – 06/10/2025

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Time: 10:30AM – 3:00PM

Location: Eleven Mile Canyon

South Platte River 06/10/2025 Photo Album

With Ireland and jet lag in the rearview mirror, I was anxious to return to Colorado waters. Run off was in full swing, so my choices were limited to tailwaters or lakes. I checked the flows on the South Platte River at Lake George, and I learned they were in the 88 CFS range, and my choice became a no brainer. I love Eleven Mile Canyon, and flows in that range were a bit low but well within my desired range. Air temperatures were projected in the upper seventies, and that reinforced my desire to visit the canyon tailwater.

Prime Water

I arrived at my chosen pullout by 10AM, and as I geared up at the tailgate of my car, another angler ambled by on his way to fish the section that I chose. This irked me a bit, but it was open water, and he got there first. I wore only my fishing shirt and stuffed my raincoat in my backpack. My rod choice was my old Sage four weight. I was in a position to begin casting by 10:30AM, and my line displayed a size 14 peacock body hippie stomper and a beadhead hares ear nymph. In the early going I managed a pair of relatively small brown trout, and the hares ear accounted for both; however, spots that looked very attractive failed to produce. The hippie stomper was attracting attention in the form of looks and refusals, so I concluded that the fish were looking toward the surface for their meals.

Looking Up the Canyon

I removed the long dropper leader and the hares ear, and I replaced them with a one foot tippet with a size 14 olive-brown body deer hair caddis. Cha-ching. This pairing clicked, and I moved the fish count from two to ten before I broke for lunch at noon. Credit goes to Max of Charlies Fly Box who posted an Instagram video that recommended caddis in the riffles for fast action. His advice was accurate.

Olive-Brown Deer Hair Caddis on Its Nose

After lunch I continued my advancement through pocket water and riffles, and I increased the fish count to fourteen by 1:00PM. By now the sun was bright and the air temperature was in the upper seventies, and it seemed that these conditions placed the trout in a state of lethargy. The double dry suddenly failed to attract interest, so after a long dry spell, I returned to the dry/dropper methodology. I spotted one solitary golden stonefly, so I chose a tan body mini-chubby Chernboyl as my top fly. Beneath it I brought back the hares ear, and then I added a second nymph in the form of a salvation nymph. The length of the leader from mini chubby to salvatoin was around four feet.

Pockets to Pick

I cast to all the likely spots, but it was as if the river was a victim of a recent fish kill. I removed the salvation and replaced it with an olive perdigon. After an enormous amount of casting and moving, I managed to land two nice rainbow trout in the final two hours. One bow snagged the hares ear, and the other clamped down on the olive perdigon.

Promising

On the day I landed four rainbow trout with one chunky specimen approximating thirteen inches in length. A brown trout stretched the tape to thirteen as well, and the other rainbows were around twelve inches in length. The remainder of the catch were less than a foot long.

Another Fine Rainbow

While both dry flies were working, the deer hair caddis was preferred over the hippie stomper. I estimate that the ratio of caddis dry fly takes to hippie stomper takes was seven caddis for every three stompers. Moderate depth riffles and medium depth and long pockets were the most productive river structures. The big deep pools were a waste of casting energy.

Run Near the Bank Delivered

A sixteen fish day, while most of the waterways were blown out with high water, was appreciated greatly. The last two hours were tough, but the morning action was fast and very entertaining. Perhaps another visit to the South Platte is in my future.

Fish Landed: 16

 

 

River Suir – 06/04/2025

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Time: 9:30AM – 4:30PM

Location: Near Ballymacarbry

River Suir 06/04/2025 Photo Album

Kevin, my guide, suggested that our day on Wednesday might be more challenging than Tuesday. His lowering of my expectations was prescient.

Frenchy

Once again he collected me from the B&B at 9:00AM, and we proceeded to the Clonanav shop. I snugged on my waders and wading boots over my layers of fleece, light down, and a rain shell. I was glad for all the layers, even though we enjoyed long intervals of sunshine. Periods of overcast, wind, and light rain between the sunshine made my choice of attire proper.

Mayfly

The River Suir is a powerful river, and although the Irish guides complained about low water for the time of year, it seemed to be running swiftly from bank to bank. Kevin fixed me up with a Klinkhammer dry and a frenchy dropper, and I was off and running. For Wednesday Kevin brought along a wading staff, and I was pleased to have it; however, it was longer and heavier than I was accustomed to.

Big Fast Moving River

Since the River Suir is a larger waterway, I was forced to make long casts. My line had a shooting head, and it took me quite awhile to adjust to this line configuration. For me, the hard part was lifting the long line to recast after a drift. I was waiting too long, and stripping the front section into the rod, and this then required abundant casting to get the shooting head back outside the guides. Once Kevin demonstrated how to pick up, when the orange section was at the tip, my casting improved significantly, although probably not up to the expertise of those who do it frequently.

Keeping It Wet

The other issue was the glare on the water, and this was especially problematic, when I zinged out a sixty foot cast. I was out casting my vision. Nevertheless, I managed to land four brown trout before lunch including a dink six incher, a thirteen incher, and a fourteen inch fish. The last morning fish was a very fine trout in excess of fifteen inches, but exceedingly fat, and it demonstrated the hardest fight of the trip. This fish craved the bottom of the river, and it dove repeatedly. At one point Kevin readied his net, and this angered the fish and goaded him into another extended fight that included diving and head shaking.

Fat One

After lunch we moved upstream to some very attractive water, where a long seam bordered a strong center run. During the afternoon session, I alternated between chucking a streamer, dry/dropper and a single dry fly. I experienced hits and brief hookups with the streamer and one connection on the caddis dry. In the latter case a sizeable brown moved a foot beneath the water and then crushed the dry fly, but I only nicked its lip, and it dashed downstream to safety. It was the most visual take of the trip.

Silvery

I doubled the fish count from four to eight, and this included a pair of fish in the fifteen to sixteen inch range along with a pair of sub one foot browns. For the last hour we moved to the River Nire, my home on Tuesday, and I covered a riffle section and a long slow-moving pool. Once again I took advantage of the shooting head, and Kevin taught me to aim high, so the line turned over and fluttered down on the extremely smooth water of the large pool. This avoided slapping the line down with the risk of spooking fish. Fish were rising sporadically throughout the pool, but I was unable to tempt a bite despite a fly change to a small olive comparadun. Finally in an act of desperation, Kevin returned me to the dry/dropper technique, and on the first cast after the change, a hard charging brown in the fifteen to sixteen inch range grabbed the frenchy. This was number eight, and as a light rain changed into steady precipitation, we called it quits.

End of Day Pool

Wednesday was an eight fish day that could have easily been double digits, had I improved my conversion rate. I caught five very respectable browns, but most importantly I learned some new techniques and improved their application. Hopefully I can reinforce them during future outings in the western U.S.

Fish Landed: 8

 

River Nire – 06/03/2025

Time: 10:00AM – 4:00PM

Location: Private water.

River Nire 06/03/2025 Photo Album

With streams raging with run off in Colorado, I booked two days of fly fishing with Clonanav Fly Fishing in Ireland. The trip was not purely for fly fishing; as Jane, Amy, and Amy Jo joined me. Jane is my wife, Amy is my daughter, and Amy Jo is a friend. We launched our self-planned tour of Ireland on May 26 in Dublin, and the ladies dropped me off at the Glasha Farmhouse on Monday, June 2, and then they proceeded to Dungarvan on the southern coast for a couple days of relaxation, before we all returned to the states on Thursday.

Deep Pool

Enough about our trip. The purpose of this blog is to report on my fly fishing adventures, so I will move on to that topic. My guide, Kevin, collected me at 9AM on Tuesday morning in his spiffy Range Rover, and he transported me to the fly shop only a mile or two away. I pulled my provided waders and wading boots on and then slid into my light down coat and a raincoat. It was quite overcast and windy (common in Ireland), as we proceeded to the River Nire. We drove through a pair of gates and over a rough and barely visible two track, and we eventually parked in a pasture next to the stream.

Off and Running

Proud Fisherman

The River Nire was just as I imagined an Irish stream. Long and placid, deep pools were separated by short sections of sluicing faster water, and large deciduous trees arched over the waterway. I opted not to bring my fishing gear, and Kevin had two GuideLine rods rigged and ready to cast. The rods were secured in rod holders over the hood of the Range Rover. The four weight GuideLine was far softer than what I was accustomed to, so it took me a bit to adjust.

Another Irish Brown

Like a Lake

On my first cast I failed to load the rod, and this resulted in a short cast to some slow water twenty feet from my position. I lifted to execute a better cast, and I was shocked to feel the weight of a decent fish. Unfortunately it escaped, but what a start!

Surprised by This One

At the outset I was using a Klinkhammer dry with a pink and white wing post, and beneath this attractor was a size 18 flashback pheasant tail nymph. During the morning I primarily persisted with this arrangement, and it resulted in ten magnificent brown trout in my net. My expectation going into this trip to Ireland was catching five to ten small brown trout per day. Guess again. I landed thirteen in total on the day, and nearly all were in the fifteen to twenty inch range along with a pair of browns twenty inches or more. Wow, did these fish fight. Diving and head shaking were integral to their combative repertoire.

Look at the Bulk

After lunch I added three additional magnificent browns, and I had at least another four temporary connections. Two of the afternoon catch extended beyond twenty inches. It was simply outstanding.

This Section Really Produced

As mentioned earlier, the Klinkhammer and pheasant tail produced early, but the pheasant tail got swapped for a Frenchy perdigon part way through the morning. Two trout crushed the dry with the remainder duped  by one of the nymphs.

And Again

After lunch I fished mostly the dry/dropper, but we experimented with a tiny gray streamer as well. I detected one strong bump with the jigging streamer, but the pursuer failed to grab the fly a second time. My day ended in a stunning pool with a size 16 caddis with a yellow indicator on top for visibility. I fished it solo, and although I only landed three in the PM, two represented the largest of the day.

All In

Fishing in Ireland is more akin to Pennsylvania than Colorado. I made relatively long casts, and in many cases it reminded me of lake fishing. Patience was a necessity in these instances, as the fly chugged along slowly, but often enough a grab occurred after I waited out the drift. Tomorrow is another day. Hopefully Kevin was exaggerating how much today was above the norm to lower my expectations.

Fish Landed: 13

Nice Bend

Splendid