Time: 11:15AM – 3:30PM

Location: Bighorn Sheep Canyon

Arkansas River 06/03/2026 Photo Album

My confidence was at a low ebb after getting skunked on the South Platte River in Waterton Canyon. This was the second zero fish day delivered by the South Platte River sections downstream from Cheesman Dam in the last month. As I surveyed options for a day of fly fishing on Wednesday, June 3, 2026; I was intrigued by the Arkansas River. Yes, it was a long drive, but the flows were at a reasonable 320 CFS at Salida, and the fly shop reports were very encouraging. The report from the fly shop in Salida mentioned late blue wing olives, golden stoneflies, caddis and pale morning duns. It also emphasized that the fish were spread out and feeding. All of this at the beginning of June, when the river is usually crashing along at 2000 CFS and discolored. I had to test it out.

But wait a minute. My last trip to the Arkansas River on 5/11/2026 yielded two small fish. Would Wednesday be a repeat? I decided to gamble on the Arkansas, since many of the other options were more impacted by the weak early run off of 2026. However, instead of visiting the river in the Buena Vista area, I opted for Salida.

Number One

I made the long drive from Denver to Bighorn Sheep Canyon below Salida, I arrived at 10:45 AM, and this put me on the water by 11:15AM. The temperature was in the low seventies, as I prepared to fish, so I wore no extra layers, but I stuffed my raincoat in my backpack in case of afternoon showers. When I gazed at the river from high above at my parking spot, I noted that it was indeed very clear and flowing at very favorable levels.

Narrow Ribbon Along Bank Produced First Fish

I hiked along the highway for .3 mile, at which point I found a nice angled worn path that led me even farther downstream, but the slope was mild and very agreeable to this aging fisherman. I immediately rigged my line with a tan chubby Chernobyl trailing an olive and a black Pat’s rubber legs. The first bankside pocket failed to deliver, but when I delivered my first cast to a marginal ribbon of slow water along the bank, a fish attacked the olive rubber legs, and I played and landed a fourteen inch brown trout. What a start to my day!

Rubber Legs Duo

I continued up the river through a section with very deep slow moving pools among huge rocks, and my flies remained unmolested. As I progressed, I noticed a couple pale morning dun size naturals, and a few blue wing olives, and more golden stoneflies, as they soared upward from the river. The rubber legs were not attracting attention, so I swapped the black model for an iron sally which imitates the nymph of a golden stonefly.

Amazing Black Spots

Bingo. The iron sally was popular, and I landed two more fine brown trout in the thirteen to fourteen inch range, before I paused for lunch at 11:45AM on a sandy beach inlet next to the river. My first half hour was quite productive, and I was encouraged by the success of the iron sally. I was even more pleased that I spotted natural golden stoneflies and selected a nymph imitation that matched the hatch.

Sweet Run

After lunch I continued up the river with the three fly dry/dropper combination, and I added two very nice browns to the count. One crushed the chubby Chernobyl, and the other grabbed the iron sally. These trout were respectable fish in the thirteen to fourteen inch range. By one o’clock some heavy dark clouds rolled above me, and I heard some distant thunder. I had the foresight to wade to the shore to pull on my raincoat, before conditions deteriorated.

Wide Riffle Section

As luck would have it, I foul hooked a nice fish, and it twisted my line into several overhand knots, and I struggled to untangle the mess. Of course this was the very moment, when the wind kicked up, and the rain began to splash down. I retreated to some slanted vertical rock walls and cottonwood trees while holding the tangle, and then I performed line repair while waiting out the storm.

Gentle Release

Fortunately it was very brief, and I was able to resume with my flies and line in their proper arrangement. At this point I began to witness repeated refusals to the chubby Chernobyl. I suspected that the trout were tuned into golden stoneflies, and my tan size eight chubby was close enough to entice them to look, but at the moment of decision on whether to eat, it was too large. I contemplated my options, and I remembered the mini chubbys, that I carried in my box.

Love the Curl

I replaced the top fly with a tan mini chubby, and below it on a four foot leader I knotted the iron sally. This combination enabled me to boost the fish count from six to ten, and similar to earlier trout, these were respectable brown trout. One smashed the mini chubby and the others nabbed the trailing iron sally.

Deep Slot

The weather cleared, and although I only landed one trout on the mini chubby, it seemed to not attract the many refusals that resulted from drifting the larger chubby. I saw a few more larger gray mayflies, and I began to wonder, if pale morning duns were present. I stripped in my line and added a supernova PMD imitation to imitate the nymph of a PMD.

Net Overhang

For the remainder of my time I persisted with the mini chubby, iron sally and supernova; and I increased the fish count from ten to nineteen. This was easily my best action of the day. Numbers eleven through thirteen were sub twelve inch fish, but fourteen through nineteen were very nice brown trout in the thirteen to fifteen inch range. The iron sally continued to produce, but the supernova chipped in with four landed fish, and these trout seemed to respond to movement of the supernova nymph in the form of swings and lifts.

Perfect Pocket

By 3:30 I reached a point, where I was “walled out”, so I retraced my steps to an easy exit point. Walled out means that I faced a huge boulder, and the water was deep and swift next to it, so it was impossible to progress without climbing a very steep bank back to the highway to circle around the barrier. At 3:30 in the afternoon I was not prepared for this arduous task. In addition the sky was once again threatening.

What a day! My slump was left behind. I landed nineteen gorgeous brown trout. Three were less than twelve inches, two were roughly a foot long, and the remainder were in the thirteen to sixteen inch range. One brown was sixteen, and a couple were fat fifteen inch prizes. On the day two trout ate chubbys, one grabbed the olive Pat’s rubber legs, four nipped the supernova, and the remainder attacked the iron sally. Hooray for the iron sally; the fly of the day.  Hopefully I can make another trip to the Arkansas River before the flows drop and the water temperatures warm.

Fish Landed: 19