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Eagle River – 04/22/2025

Time: 10:30AM – 3:00PM

Location: Between Wolcott and Avon, CO

Eagle River 04/22/2025 Photo Album

My niece and friend from Philadelphia visited Jane and I last Monday through Wednesday, so I avoided fly fishing to devote my attention to help provide them with a Colorado experience. Of course, on Thursday we babysat our grandsons, and then adverse weather settled in Colorado thus preventing any fly fishing on Friday or the weekend. Needless to say, I was quite anxious to log some fishing trips, and the weather forecast was favorable for the week beginning on Monday, April 21. I researched stream flows and weather in several favored locations, but I settled on the Eagle River for my first outing of the week on Tuesday, April 22. I ruled out Monday mainly due to high wind speeds across the state.

Soft Grip

The weather at my destination was expected to be a high of 61 degrees with wind in the 10-12 MPH range and significant cloud cover for most of the afternoon. These were all reasons for optimism, in my mind. My concern was stream flows, as I saw a report of ten inches of snow in Vail on Friday and Saturday. Could the recent snow melt and raise water levels and reduce clarity? I checked the DWR stream flow data for the Eagle River, and it displayed flows in the 260 CFS range. On my previous visit on April 9, the flows were 200 CFS, and I enjoyed a very successful outing. Between April 9 and April 18, the graph depicted rising flows, until they peaked in the 460 CFS range. The arrival of the cold winter storm, however, caused the flows to drop to 260 CFS. I decided to make the drive to hopefully sneak in a solid day with blue wing olives hatching, before the run off commenced in earnest.

Emerged Above the Flat Submerged Rock Just Right of Center

I arrived at my targeted pullout a bit before 10:00AM, and this enabled me to begin fishing by 10:30AM. The dashboard temperature was 55 degrees, so I pulled on my Brooks long-sleeved undershirt and added my fleece hoodie and a rain shell. I pulled my Sage One five weight from its tube, and that became my fly fishing wand for the day.

On Display

A short hike took me to the massive pool that I fished on April 9, but my plan was to work my way upstream from the pool through pocket water. On April 9 I covered fifty yards of this area with decent success, and this prompted me to explore it farther.

Lavender

I began my quest for Eagle River trout with a size 8 gray body chubby Chernobyl, and beneath it I attached a brown size 12 2XL nymph with rubber legs and an olive perdigon. I began at the very top of the large pool in the deep entering runs and troughs, but the flies failed to deliver. I advanced to the first set of pockets, and I paused to adjust my offerings. I replaced the brown nymph with a 20 incher, and I kept the olive perdigon as the end fly. I also extended the leader with the hope of generating deeper drifts.

Looking Ahead

The move paid dividends, as I landed eleven trout between 10:30AM and 12:30PM, when I broke for lunch. My feet morphed into icy stumps, so I walked back along the path to the bench overlooking the gargantuan main pool. While eating my lunch I observed the pool, and I noticed sporadic rises, although the activity was not nearly as intense as the scene I witnessed on April 9. I decided to hit the head of the pool once again with my rig designed for deeper drifts, but the return visit failed to yield results.

I Approve

I exited the pool and ambled back along the paved path to my exit point before lunch, and I continued my journey up the river. In a short amount of time three fish smacked the olive perdigon in a tailout from a long riffle. The fish count ballooned to fourteen, but then I experienced a bit of a lull.

I adjusted my lineup by moving the olive perdigon to the upper position, and I knotted a size 22 beaded classic RS2 to the point. These flies remained in place, as I continued my upstream migration and incremented the fish count to 25. The fish population shifted to mostly brown trout during this phase of my day. I landed several decent browns in the thirteen inch size range, but most were smaller.

Beefy Brown

For most of the day the most productive spots featured tailouts at the end of long runs and riffles with moderate depth. Casting from the side and allowing the flies to lift and swing generated positive results.

Good Depth

As best as I can recall, the 20 incher nailed two trout, the RS2 accounted for two, the chubby Chernobyl attracted one, and a soft hackle emerger fooled a small brown at the end of the day in the large pool. The remaining netted fish were fooled by the olive perdigon. What a fish catching machine! My one regret is that I did not lengthen the leader during the final phase of my day. I wonder if a longer leader might have resulted in larger fish from some of the deeper runs and seams.

Tuesday was a fun day. I explored new water on the Eagle River and achieved positive results. I learned that the fish population in the area, where I fished, is healthy. I prospected with my dry/dropper, and I built the fish  count to the highest total of 2025 so far. Although I did not fish dries to the BWO hatch, I suspect that the nymphs were very active, and this explained my success with the olive perdigon and RS2. I may have threaded the needle with a successful day just before snow melt resumes in a significant way.

Fish Landed: 26

South Platte River – 04/11/2025

Time: 10:30AM – 3:30PM

Location: Eleven Mile Canyon

South Platte River 04/11/2025 Photo Album

I had my eye on Eleven Mile Canyon with the anticipation of intersecting with a decent blue wing olive hatch. In past Aprils I enjoyed some excellent days on this river with the benefit of abundant quantities of the diminutive mayflies. Early in the week the weather suggested highs in the low seventies with partly cloudy skies for most of the afternoon. The temperature aspect of this forecast remained in place; however, the cloudiness was replaced with bright sunshine and clear skies. I decided to follow through with my commitment, and I made the drive to Eleven Mile Canyon on Friday, April 11, 2025.

Next to the Rocks

I arrived at my usual pullout by 10:00AM, and the dashboard temperature displayed at 51 degrees. In response to the chill, I pulled on my Under Armour long sleeved thermal undershirt, and then I added my fleece cardigan and my raincoat as a windbreaker. It is always windy in the spring in Colorado. For a casting tool I chose my Sage One five weight.

Love the Deep Water Next to the Large Rock

Given the weather forecast and the absence of clouds, I expected very little surface feeding; however, I surmised that baetis nymphs would be active. In response to this thought I began my day with a size 8 chubby Chernobyl trailing a size 16 olive perdigon and a size 22 classic RS2. I also adopted a strategy of skipping the pools in favor of pocket water, moderate riffles and deep current seams.

Perfect Water for My Tastes

In the 1.5 hours until lunch at noon, I managed to land three rainbow trout in the ten to eleven inch range. I also connected momentarily with several fish, and I foul hooked a rainbow that was my best fish of the morning. I might have hooked it in its mouth, but in its efforts to escape, the fish may have shed the upper nymph and been snagged by the trailer.

Melon Color

I adhered to my strategy and skipped around five pools, before I paused for lunch on a nice large and flat rock at noon. After lunch I progressed up the river and skipped around  three additional pools, and several were occupied by other anglers, so that worked out nicely. The other fishermen favored the pools, and they left the intervening pockets for my prospecting.

Humpback Brown

At one o’clock  the drifts that were previously ignored suddenly began to attract attention. Trout began to attack the nymphs especially on the lift and swing. I continued migrating up the river, and I landed an additional seventeen trout to boost my fish count from three to twenty. I would not characterize the action as intense, but it was steady. Three of the landed trout were rainbows in the thirteen inch to sixteen inch range, and I was quite pleased with these catches. Another four were respectable browns of twelve to thirteen inches, and the remainder were beneath the twelve inch threshold.

Seam Produced

Both the perdigon and RS2 delivered results, but the RS2 probably accounted for a higher ratio of netted fish, and that split could have been even greater had the tiny fly held on more temporary hook ups.

Number 19, Best of the Day

I moved at a fairly fast clip and did not dwell in any particular location. In most cases I executed five casts with several being a dead drift and an equal number activated with lifts and swings. The dead drift seemed to work on a directly upstream cast, while the swing and lift were effective on casts across and down.

Angling Competitors

In spite of the lack of clouds, Friday was a splendid day. I hit a new high for a day of fly fishing at twenty landed. The quality of the fish was satisfactory, although the average size was less than Wednesday’s haul, and it fell short of spring trips to the South Platte in previous seasons. I covered .8 mile of the river and adhered to fishing the faster water, and it paid off with solid results. I will continue to look for cloudy, cool days in Eleven Mile Canyon in order to experience the frenzy of a dense hatch and hot dry fly fishing.

Fish Landed: 20

St. Vrain Creek – 04/07/2025

Time: 1:00PM – 4:30PM

Location: Town of Lyons

St. Vrain Creek 04/07/2025 Photo Album

After a solid day on the Arkansas River on March 31, I found myself stuck inside for most of the following week. A brief but potent shot of winter weather rolled across Colorado and pushed me off the water and into the indoor pickleball courts. Not the worst trade, but I was itching to get back on a stream.

Monday, April 7, changed that. A warming trend rolled through Denver, and with the forecast topping out around 70 degrees, I couldn’t resist. I packed the car with gear for a proper spring doubleheader—pickleball and fly fishing—and headed out. I kicked off the morning at Prospect Park for a few hours of pickleball, while the air temps played catch-up from an overnight chill. By noon, I was driving north toward my ultimate destination: the Town of Lyons and the nearby stretches of the St. Vrain Creek.

Start Here

After pulling into a small parking lot, I quickly downed my lunch and suited up with my trusty Loomis two-piece five weight. The creek was trickling along at 18.8 CFS—very low and very clear. I expected a technical afternoon, and that’s exactly what I got. For my rig, I went with a classic: a peacock hippie stomper with a long (four-foot) dropper. Below that I trailed a beadhead hares ear and an ultra zug bug. This setup stayed on for most of the afternoon, although I swapped the zug bug for a supernova nymph during the final hour, after the first one unraveled.

Whopper

The fishing was tough. I covered water steadily for 3.5 hours and managed to net seven trout—six browns and a single rainbow. All were small, ranging from six to nine inches. Honestly, nine inches might be generous. The low water and gin-clear conditions demanded long, delicate casts and careful movement. Even then, I still sent plenty of fish darting for cover. Most of my success came from the rare runs, riffles, and pockets with a bit of depth and current—habitat that was surprisingly sparse in this stretch. Much of the creek was wide, shallow, and easily skipped.

Attractive Section

One small highlight was the one that got away. I came upon a series of short pockets, where the creek narrowed considerably. I considered skipping the area entirely, but in a fit of thoroughness, I executed a short cast to a narrow deep pocket  between a pair of exposed boulders in the middle of the stream. Suddenly a nose appeared by the hippie stomper, and I was instantly attached to a trout that was much larger than any others encountered on Monday. I played the hard fighting brown for fifteen seconds, and then it rolled on the line, and suddenly, it escaped. I am not certain whether I foul hooked it, when it refused the hippie stomper, or did I hook it in the mouth, and then it freed itself via the rolling action. Nevertheless, this was the thrill of the day.

Best Fish of the Day

One interesting observation: as I reached four fish, each of my four flies had accounted for one fish—the hippie stomper, hares ear, ultra zug bug, and supernova nymph. Clearly, the trout weren’t keyed in on anything specific. Later in the afternoon, I spotted two size 18 blue wing olives drifting by, but no risers materialized. Final tally: hares ear (3), supernova (2), hippie stomper (1), ultra zug bug (1).

A Bit of Depth Here

It wasn’t a banner day in terms of fish size or numbers, but the weather made up for it. By the time I headed out, Lyons was basking in 70-degree sunshine. I wore my Under Armour long sleeve and a fishing shirt, but even that combo left me a bit warm in the afternoon heat. Hard to complain about that in early April.

Despite the slow action, the day stirred up my fly fishing appetite. With good weather lined up for Wednesday and Friday, I’ve got my sights on another outing—or two. Hopefully, the next batch of trout will bring some heft and put a real bend in the rod. Stay tuned.

Fish Landed: 7

 

Arkansas River – 03/31/2024

Time: 11:30AM – 3:30PM

Location: Lower Bighorn Sheep Canyon

Arkansas River 03/31/2024 Photo Album

I looked ahead at the upcoming week and realized that the weather was not conducive to fly fishing except for Monday, March 31. Even Monday was not ideal, as highs of 63 degrees in Denver translated to rather frigid temperatures in most of the Front Range stream locations that I frequent.

I turned my attention toward the south, and I determined that Canon City was forecast to have highs of 65 degrees with upper single digit wind speeds. I decided to close out March with a drive to lower Bighorn Sheep Canyon. I also noted on one of the fly shop stream reports that water was released from the upstream dams, and this caused flows in the lower canyon to bump up an additional 80-100 CFS.

I arrived at my pullout (I practically own it) by 11: 15AM, and this positioned me to be on the water casting by 11:40AM. The air temperature was 54 degrees, as I geared up, so I wore my long sleeve thermal undershirt, my fleece hoodie, and my rain jacket. I fitted together my Sage One four piece rod to combat the wind, and I headed to the river.

Lunch View

I fished up the river along the highway on the closest braid for forty yards using a size 8 amber ice dub body chubby Chernobyl, a yellow-green molting Pat’s rubber legs and an olive perdigon. I failed to arouse any interest in my offerings, and just before I was poised to cross the river to move to another favorite location, I hooked a stick. I slowly applied pressure, and the stick swung toward me, but it was anchored quite securely to the far side of an exposed rock. The current was deep and swift, so I grabbed my line and applied direct pressure, and I achieved the worst possible outcome. All three flies snapped off and remained in possession of the branch.

Nice Deep Trough

I spoke a few choice words and crossed the braid very carefully and moved to my favorite spot on the lower river. Before I launched into my new pursuit of trout, I downed my lunch, and then I carefully re-rigged my line. For this fresh start I configured my line with a gray body chubby Chernboyl, an emerald caddis pupa and another olive perdigon. Within the first thirty minutes I landed two trout. I was pleased with the breakthrough, but both fish were under twelve inches. One was a brown trout that snatched the emerald caddis pupa, and the other was a short but quite chunky rainbow trout that chowed down on the olive perdigon.

Get a Grip

I continued on my upstream migration, but for the next thirty minutes I was shut out. I suspected that the higher flows were causing my flies to drift too high in the water column, so I swapped the emerald caddis pupa for a 20 incher. This change paid dividends, when I hooked and landed two gorgeous rainbow trout in the 13 -14 inch range in a deep trough bordered by fast water on both sides. Clearly the added weight of the 20 incher was instrumental in gaining the necessary depth in the faster water conditions.

Perfect Spots

I continued with the three fly dry/dropper combination for the remainder of my time on the river, and I gradually built the fish count from four to nine. After I photographed and released number six, I was carefully wading upstream to a new position while dangling the flies below me. Suddenly I felt throbbing, and I assumed it was the strong current tugging on my flies, but I pivoted and raised the rod and found myself attached to a very strong and hard-fighting rainbow trout. Unfortunately it streaked downstream and pulled line from my reel, as It gained a position below the fast narrow chute. I considered scrambling along the rocky shoreline to follow the fish, but my quick judgement told me that was a recipe for a dunking or injury. I applied pressure to the rainbow and attempted to plane it along the surface and over the chute, but near the top, the rod tip bounced and the weight of the fish disappeared. Yes, another three flies were donated to the river habitat.

20 Incher

I decided to avoid further depletion of my chubby Chernobyls, so I moved to a yellow size 8 fat Albert, and another 20 incher and olive perdigon. I anticipated the need to tie additional olive perdigons to feed the cravings of Colorado trout!

Woah. Long One

On Monday, nearly all the landed trout were duped by either the olive perdigon or the 20 incher in a roughly even split. Seven of the nine netted fish were rainbows and two were brown trout. I continue to be perplexed by the reversal in the ratio of rainbow to brown trout in the lower Arkansas River. The first rainbow was the short and chunky specimen I referred to earlier; however, the other six were very fine hard fighting fish in the thirteen to fifteen inch range. They were worthwhile catches and justified my long drive to and from the river for 3.5 hours of fishing. Perhaps my next visit to the Arkansas River will coincide with cloudy conditions with the hopes of encountering a strong blue wing olive hatch. I noticed two naturals on Monday, but no rising fish.

Fish Landed: 9

South Platte River – 03/26/2025

Time: 11:30AM – 3:30PM

Location: Eleven Mile Canyon

South Platte River 03/26/2025 Photo Album

With weather on Wednesday projected to be similar if not nicer than Monday, I booked another fly fishing trip. For this outing I selected the South Platte River in Eleven Mile Canyon. Even the renowned icebox in a canyon was expected to reach high temperatures in the low sixties.

I arrived at my favorite pullout at 11:00AM, and after my usual preparation and a short hike, I was perched along the edge of the river ready to cast by 11:30AM. Because of the shadows and the nine mile per hour wind, I slipped on my Under Armour long-sleeve thermal undershirt, and I added my fleece hoodie along with my rain shell as a windbreaker. I was comfortable for the morning and early afternoon, but I was forced to remove my raincoat and unzipped my fleece during the warmest part of the day from 1:30PM until 2:30PM. My rod choice was my Sage One five weight in the event that I hooked up with a larger than average trout.

Good Start

The flows were quite low at 64 CFS, so I expected technical fishing, but I selected a size 8 amber ice dub chubby Chernobyl nonetheless. I knew that the heavy foam fly would create a splash, when it landed in the river, but I planned to counter that concern by fishing the edges of faster and deeper water. For subsurface offerings I knotted a 20 incher as the top nymph and an olive perdigon as the anchor fly.

Home of Number One

In the hour before I broke for lunch at 12:30PM, I landed two very respectable rainbow trout in the thirteen inch range. Both nabbed the perdigon, and one emerged from a deep pocket, and the other came from a long deep run near the left bank.

Rather Fine

I arrived at the long slow-moving pool with a huge vertical rock wall along the western edge by 12:30PM, and that is where I consumed my lunch. I carefully observed the pool for fish activity, but it remained still and devoid of action. After lunch I waded into the midsection, and I fanned casts to the entering runs and along the fast water seams, but to no avail.

Home of Number Two

A pair of fishermen appeared above me in the next smaller pool, so I crossed below them and walked along the opposite bank. I had my sights set on the large bend pool, but another angler preceded me, and he was stationed along the opposite bank, where one of the braids that bordered a small island reentered the main river. I thought about asking if he would mind if I fished the entering riffle, but I decided to keep moving, as I knew there was much productive water ahead.

I fished the west braid around the small island and then crossed to the flats next to the steep bank below the tunnel. I spotted a few fish in the flats, but without the benefit of hatching insects, I knew catching a fish with the low river levels was a long shot. I attempted a few casts from the right bank above the flats, but in the process I snapped off my olive perdigon. Needless to say, I was not happy about losing another fly with an expensive tungsten bead. I replaced the perdigon with a beadhead hares ear and combined it with an emerald caddis pupa. I moved on and skipped by the narrow area with a high rock wall and crossed the river at the ninety degree bend.

Next I approached another long smooth pool that featured some very attractive entering runs that flowed around several large exposed boulders. I covered this section quite thoroughly, but the fish failed to cooperate. The sun was bright, and no clouds appeared in the bluebird sky, and the temperature hit its peak. This was the time frame, when I removed my raincoat and unzipped my fleece. I looked at my watch and noted that it was 2:30PM, so I endured two hours without any action whatsoever.

Another Fish Count

I decided it was time for a change, so I swapped the chubby for a peacock hippie stomper and then combined it with the olive perdigon and a classic RS2 size 22. I began working my way through the pocket water above the large pool, after I circled around another pair of fishermen. Some large clouds slid above me and blocked the sun, and the wind kicked up a bit. I spotted one lonely blue wing olive, and suddenly trout began attacking my nymphs. The next three fish were beneath twelve inches, but I was pleased with the action. All three attacked the perdigon, as the slender olive nymph resumed its position, as the hot fly in my arsenal.

Perfect for Trout

I moved farther up the river and ended my day with two fine rainbow trout in the thirteen inch range. One nipped the perdigon, and the other chomped the RS2. I also experienced momentary hookups with three other trout, but they managed to twist free after a very brief connection. I suspect that the three escapees grabbed the tiny RS2.

I would by lying, if I said I was satisfied with my day. After a fifteen fish day on Monday on the Arkansas River, my expectations soared. Nevertheless, seven fish on March 26 is quite satisfactory for early in the season. Four of the landed trout were rainbows in the twelve to fourteen inch range, and three were below twelve inches. The weather was very favorable for March in the Colorado Rockies, and that was another positive. I am rolling into the 2025 season with a bit of momentum.

Fish Landed: 7

 

Arkansas River – 03/24/2025

Time: 11:30AM – 4:30PM

Location: Lower Bighorn Sheep Canyon

Arkansas River 03/24/2025 Photo Album

Mild spring weather returned, and after five days in Arizona playing pickleball, I was ready for a change. A visit to a Colorado river was the perfect medicine, and I accepted the prescription with a trip to the Arkansas River. Highs of 74 degrees in Canon City prompted me to focus on the lower Bighorn Sheep Canyon area.

A Solid Starting Place

After an incident free drive I arrived at my chosen pullout by 11:00AM, and this enabled me to be in a position to fish by 11:30AM. I wore only my raincoat as a windbreaker, and I assembled my Sage One five weight. Both these choices were driven by the wind, which reached speeds in the low teens throughout my time on the river.

Solid Start

I began my quest for trout with a size 8 yellow fat Albert, a 20 incher, and an olive perdigon, but I was not rewarded with any action, before I took my lunch break beside the river at noon. After lunch I continued in an upstream direction, but the the fish were not cooperative. I took some time after lunch to reconfigure with a peacock hippie stomper trailing the perdigon and a size 22 sparkle wing RS2. I stopped to fish some nice deep glides along the far bank, and as I cast, I noticed several rises in the current seam close to my position.

Scanning for Rises

What was I to do? I just completed the labor intensive task of reconfiguring my dry/dropper. Should I abandon it after ten minutes and switch to a dry fly? The number of rises increased, and the frequency escalated, although the surface feeding never reached a steady rate. I decided to take the plunge, and I kept the hippie stomper in place as a visible indicator and added an eighteen inch tippet section with a soft hackle emerger with a dab of floatant. Nothing.

A Third Rainbow on a Dry

The fish continued their rhythmic feeding, so I made another change. I replaced the soft hackle emerger with a CDC blue wing olive with a fluffy gray wing. Initially this fly was also ignored, but then it delivered, as I landed three spunky rainbow trout in the 12 to 13 inch range. I am not certain whether it was the fly change or my presentation that changed the results. I began making across and downstream drifts, and all three takes occurred in the current seam as the flies floated downstream.

The Fly the Trout Liked

Eventually the fish stopped rising, but I persisted with the dries, as I moved to another promising location. In a nondescript short pocket along the left bank, a nice brown trout rose to suck in the CDC BWO, thus moving the fish count to four. I was elated with my good fortune that led to catching trout on dry flies on March 24.

Lowering

Unfortunately the hatch waned, and the water shifted to faster runs, riffles and pockets. The tiny CDC BWO did not seem conducive to the character of the river, so I returned to the dry/dropper approach. I kept the hippie stomper in place, but below it I featured a beadhead hares ear nymph and sparkle wing RS2. The combination delivered one trout that smacked the hares ear, but then I endured a fairly long lull despite prospecting some fairly attractive spots.

I Will Accept It

I decided to go big, and I replaced the RS2 with one of my new psycho prince nymphs. Voila! The psycho prince delivered a nice rainbow in a deep run that rolled along the left bank. Unfortunately the hares ear and psycho prince were one hit wonders, so I returned to the flies that brought superior results on my previous trip to the Arkansas River. I switched the top fly to an ice dub amber chubby chernobyl for superior floatation and then added a 20 incher and an olive perdigon.

Swept in Front of the Largest Rock and Nailed the Brown Trout

These flies stayed on my line from the middle to late afternoon, and they delivered excellent results. The fish count increased from five to fifteen. I covered quite a bit of the river, and my journey demanded lots of casting under windy conditions, but on a fairly regular basis, a trout grabbed the perdigon or 20 incher. Slow current velocity seemed to be the key, and I ran my flies along current seams and through deep troughs, and the trout responded.

Sixteen Inch Slab

The last fish of the day was also the prize. I lobbed my flies to a deep trough between two fast moving seams, and near the tail of the V, the  chubby dipped. I set the hook, and I instantly realized that the combatant on the opposite end of my line was larger than previous landed fish. I released line several times as the rainbow made streaking runs, but eventually it tired, and I gained the upper hand. I slid my net beneath a sixteen inch slab with a brilliant scarlet stripe, and I decided to make it my last fish of the day. What an ending!

Rainbow Emerged from Above the Exposed Rock

On the day I landed fifteen healthy trout, and had I not allowed five to escape, I could have reached twenty. All the trout were twelve inches or longer, and number sixteen was the largest. Number thirteen was a respectable fifteen inch brown, and that was also a gratifying catch. Surprisingly I landed eleven rainbows and only four browns. This ratio is the opposite of what I usually expect on the Arkansas River.

The weather on Wednesday looks promising, so I am already planning another March fishing outing. Stay tuned.

Fish Landed: 15

 

Clear Creek – 03/12/2025

Time: 1:00PM – 4:00PM

Location: Clear Creek Canyon

Clear Creek 03/12/2025 Photo Album

Wednesday’s forecast promised another mild late-winter day, with temperatures in Denver expected to climb into the upper sixties. The urge to hit a stream was strong, but first, I had to handle a commitment at home—the expected delivery and installation of our new dishwasher. Our fifteen-year-old unit had given up on properly cleansing the top shelf, forcing us into the less-than-enjoyable habit of handwashing. By 10:30 AM, the Home Depot crew had completed the installation, and I was free to chase some trout.

Given the late start, I opted for a short drive to Clear Creek Canyon west of Golden, CO. I arrived at my chosen pullout by 12:30 PM and immediately downed my standard lunch. The section of the creek, where I planned to start, was already covered in shadows, so I made a quick wardrobe adjustment—swapping my short-sleeve undershirt for an Under Armour long-sleeve thermal, layering on my North Face light down, and finishing with a rain shell as a windbreaker. The combination kept me comfortable for the entirety of my outing, even as the late afternoon sun shifted my fishing spots.

Plenty of Ice and Snow Remained Along the Creek

I assembled my old Sage four-weight and followed the south side of the creek for roughly 0.2 miles before scrambling down the steep bank to begin fishing. My starting rig consisted of a size 8 yellow Fat Albert, a 20 Incher, and a size 16 olive Perdigon—a trio that had served me well on the Arkansas River just two days earlier.

For the next hour, I worked my way upstream, managing to land two small brown trout, each around six inches. One fell for the Perdigon, and the other snatched the 20 Incher. It was a far cry from my successful outing on Monday, and despite casting to some very promising pools, my drifts remained largely unproductive. Hoping to change my luck, I swapped the 20 Incher for an Ultra Zug Bug, but that adjustment proved ineffective as well.

One of the Better Fish

By 2 PM, I reached a bridge and climbed up to the highway to cross to the other side. My plan was to continue upstream, but the narrow canyon kept much of the water in the shade, and the chill was beginning to set in. Rather than tough it out, I packed up and moved half a mile west to another wide pullout. Another angler had already claimed a spot directly across from the cars, so I opted to hike along the guardrail for some distance before descending a steep, boulder-strewn bank, carefully using hand grips to steady myself.

Prime Spot

With the change in location, I decided it was also time for a change in tactics. I swapped the Fat Albert for a Peacock Hippie Stomper, thinking that the relatively low flows—24 CFS—might make the large foam hopper too splashy. I kept the 20 Incher but replaced the Perdigon with an Emerald Caddis Pupa.

One of Two Rainbows

The adjustment paid off. My catch count climbed from two to seven, before I called it a day at 4:00 PM. A rainbow rose to the Hippie Stomper, while another trout nabbed the Emerald Caddis Pupa. A brown took the 20 Incher, and my final fish—a brown—fell for a size 14 Prince Nymph. There was no single pattern that dominated the action, but the change in flies certainly made a difference.

Last Fish of the Day

Clear Creek, with its narrow, shaded canyon, still had plenty of ice shelves and packed snow along its banks. The cold water likely kept the trout sluggish compared to other rivers flowing through open valleys. Of the seven fish landed, two were rainbows and the rest were browns, with the largest stretching to a modest nine inches.

While it wasn’t a banner day in terms of size or numbers, it was still a rewarding outing. The beauty of the setting and the simple pleasure of being outside were enough to make it worthwhile. With a trip to Phoenix on the horizon, I’ll have to put my fishing ambitions on hold for a bit, but I hope to get back on the water in the final two weeks of March. Stay tuned!

Fish Landed: 7

Arkansas River – 03/10/2025

Time: 11:00AM – 4:00PM

Location: Lower Bighorn Sheep Canyon

Arkansas River 03/10/2025 Photo Album

Forecast highs of 74 degrees in Denver, CO had me seeking fly fishing water on Monday, March 10, 2025. I checked temperatures in various potential destinations, but I could not overlook 72 degrees in Canon City. The wind speeds in the 10 – 15 MPH range gave me pause, but I decided to make the trip regardless. I experienced several productive days in lower Bighorn Sheep Canyon last spring, and this influenced my decision to visit the Arkansas River.

Starting Point

The drive was inconsequential, even though Jane warned that the number of accidents spike after daylight savings time. I arrived at my chosen spot by 10:45AM, and this enabled me to be on the water ready to cast by 11:00AM. I stopped for gasoline in Florence, CO, and the wind was whipping by me at a ridiculous rate; however, the wind, although present, was more moderate at my chosen fly fishing spot.

Number One Was This Rainbow That Grabbed the Olive Perdigon

I rigged my Sage One five weight and wore my light down North Face coat, which proved to be a bit of a mistake, as I was overly warm during the afternoon time frame. To begin my search for trout, I configured my line with a New Zealand strike indicator, a yellow/green Pat’s rubberlegs and a zebra midge. The yellow/green rubberlegs was chosen with the molting golden stoneflies in mind, as both ArkAnglers and Royal Gorge Anglers fly shops reported their presence.

Olive Perdigon Saved the Day

I prospected up along the left bank of the river for fifteen minutes with no response, so I swapped the zebra midge for one of my crystal stones, size 18. Once again my flies were ignored, as I spent 1.5 hours in the late morning exercising my arm. I did connect with a small trout briefly, but it escaped after throbbing my rod for a few seconds.

Nice Catch

Between noon and 12:30PM, I moved to a separate braid of the river, and I switched the crystal stone for a beadhead hairs ear nymph. I encountered another angler, the only one I saw on the river, so I steered clear of him and migrated up the braid for at least fifty yards to allow him space. When I jumped in, I made some drifts through some marginal runs along the far bank, but once again I was met with futility.

Another Fine Wild Brown Trout

At 12:30PM I found a nice rock to serve as my seat, and I downed my three course lunch. After lunch I used my pause to revise my rig. I removed the New Zealand strike indicator and shifted to a dry/dropper system with a size 8 fat Albert as the top fly. Beneath the fat Albert I knotted a size 12 20 incher, and below that I added an olive perdigon. I tied five perdigons within the last week, so I was anxious to baptize them. I also wanted to make sure I was drifting deep with the dry/dropper, and the four foot dropper along with the tungsten bead were geared toward that objective.

Left Bank Produced

I am not sure whether it was the time of day, deeper drifts, flies chosen or the new section of the river; but some combination of factors caused my angling futility to change into hot fishing. One o’clock was the new noon after turning the clocks forward, so that may have been part of the change in fortunes, but I was also certain that utilizing the tungsten bead perdigon was a turning point. Between 1:00PM and 3:00PM I landed ten trout, and all but one were in the twelve to fourteen inch slot. Four were rainbows and the other six were brown trout. At least three of the landed trout were healthy fourteen inch fighters, and I was quite pleased with my successes.

Headed Back

The olive perdigon accounted for six of the trout, the fat Albert duped one aggressive rainbow, and the 20 incher made its presence worthwhile by fooling three fish. The wind was a constant nuisance, but I was able to avoid severe headwinds, although my casting arm was quite fatigued by the end of the day. The action slowed significantly by 3:00PM, and, in fact, I did not land additional fish between 3:00PM and 4:00PM. For the last hour I probed the largest braid of the main river, and this may have also inhibited my ability to catch fish.

Chunky Bow

I was quite pleased with my day of fly fishing on the Arkansas River on Monday, March 10, 2025. The wind was tolerable, and the air temperature was pleasant. I landed ten trout in the twelve to fourteen inch range, and the dry/dropper approach proved to be effective. I also tested my olive perdigon and discovered it to be a solid fish producer. Monday sparked my interest in fly fishing, and I hope more nice weather will encourage another trip in the near future.

Fish Landed: 10

Slower Velocity to the Right

Love the Distinct Spots on This Prize Brown Trout

Eagle River – 03/09/2025

Time: 11:30AM – 5:00PM

Location: Between Avon and Wolcott

Eagle River 03/09/2025 Photo Album

I considered options for fly fishing on Wednesday, March 9, and eventually settled on the Eagle River. The main factor that swayed my decision was a weather forecast of a high of 59 degrees with partial cloudiness most of the afternoon. I was seeking blue wing olive action. Did my decision to fish the Eagle to hit a baetis hatch pan out? Read on.

On Tuesday evening, as Jane and I were returning from dinner with friends in southeast Denver, we hit a curb with the left front tire. The blowout was nearly instantaneous, but the stretch of highway offered no place to pull over for a tire change, so we limped across a bridge and settled in a parking space on a side street. Of course, by now it was dark, and that only added to the challenge ahead of us. I got out of the car and examined the left front tire, and I discovered a four inch gash on the sidewall. The tire was toast.

We opened the hatch and emptied the rear of the car of its contents, which happened to be quite a bit, and then we lifted the floor covering and found the jack. I used my phone to search for how to release the jack, and that met with success; however, we were unable to find the toolkit that included the lug tool. We bought the Tucson three years ago used, and apparently the previous owner kept the tire changing tool kit!

We locked the car and walked back to our house, which was about .5 mile, and we climbed into my Kia Telluride equipped with a screwdriver and flashlights. Fortunately we discovered that the Telluride tool kit was present, and the lug wrench fit the nuts on the Tucson. We quickly installed the temporary spare, and returned to the house.

I planned to leave the house for fishing by 8:00AM on Wednesday morning, but I was not comfortable leaving Jane with a car in need of a new tire and possible alignment, so I delayed my departure. We made the short drive to Les Schwab Tires, and we were near the front of the line. The sales counter person assessed our tire needs, and set everything up for tire replacement and alignment test during the day on Wednesday. I drove Jane home, and I now felt comfortable continuing with my fly fishing plans.

I departed Denver by 8:40AM, and I arrived at my favorite pullout along the Eagle River a bit before 11AM. The sky was very overcast, and the wind was bustling, so I bundled up with my Columbia long sleeved undershirt, my light down coat and my rain shell. I was comfortable for most of the time except after long periods standing in waist deep water. I selected my Sage One five weight to counter the wind, and in case I tangled with tough fish.

Not a Bad Start

Once I was prepared, I hiked a short distance to the river. Another angler occupied the spot that I intended to fish, so I cut downstream a bit to give him space and fished some water that I never sampled previously. I began my day with a size 8 gray-body chubby Chernobyl, a 20 incher and a size 16 olive perdigon. I fished for the next hour through some moderate riffle sections and then the tail of the long pool that was occupied by the other angler. I landed one twelve inch brown trout on the perdigon, and I connected with two additional fish briefly.

Rainbows Became Prevalent

By 12:30PM my feet were crying for relief, and my stomach was growling, so I retreated to the bank and downed my small lunch. After lunch I carefully waded across the tail of the pool, and quite a few rises materialized, so I changed tactics. I swapped the chubby for a peacock hippie stomper, and then I added an eighteen inch dropper and knotted on a CDC BWO. I began casting to rises, and eventually I landed a small brown trout on a downstream drift. I had swapped the CDC BWO for a soft hackle emerger fished on the surface, and it was this fly that duped the small brown. I thought I solved the riddle, but I soon discovered that I was sorely mistaken.

Sweet Spot Yielded Quite a Few Nice Fish

Between 12:30 and 1:30PM I did what Deming warned against. I continued doing the same thing expecting different results. The fish rose in waves, and I repeatedly plopped casts with my CDC BWO or soft hackle emerger above the sighted fish, but my flies were totally ignored. I began to despair that I was going to fish through an intense baetis hatch with only two small fish as my reward.

Jen and Dave Focused

Over the last several years I became acquainted with a friend on Instagram, @jenmenke. She is a fly fishing woman, fly tier, and gardner, and we occasionally exchanged comments. I knew that she and her husband lived in the Eagle, CO area, so I mentioned that I was making the trip on Wednesday, and she replied that she would like to meet up, so I told her where I planned to fish. This all coalesced, when Dave and Jen arrived at my fishing hole by 1:30PM. I quickly waded to shore to greet them, and we chatted for a bit, and then we each waded into the pool. I returned to the tail, while Dave took the midsection, and Jen angled toward the top area.

Stunning

My frustration continued, as I continued to deploy the double dries. The wind gusted and clouds scudded across the sky, and for brief periods fish rose to voraciously feed on what I believed were blue wing olive mayflies. Dave was in shouting distance above me, and he managed to land a trout on a dry that was sort of a classic Adams. I felt a tickle on my ear, and I reached to scratch it, and suddenly I discovered a small size 18 black stonefly in my hand. Could this be what the fish were eating and not blue wing olives? I was skeptical that stoneflies would hatch in dense numbers to create intense feeding, but maybe it was worth a try. I tied on one of my small stonefly imitations, and I gave it a ten minute test. Nothing. I was in a state of frustration, so I waded to shore and decided to circle around Jen and Dave and move into new water above the pool.

Moving Up the River

As I stopped to talk to Jen and Dave, Jen announced that she had several hits on a black RS2, and she landed a couple nice rainbows. This information prompted my to switch back to my dependable dry/dropper method. Once again I tied on a gray chubby Chernobyl, and then I brought back the olive perdigon, and I added a size 20 classic RS2 with a silver bead. I waded in to the very top of the run that entered the vast pool, and I began working the deep runs and pockets in that area. Voila! Even though I spotted many rising fish around me, the fish were also tuned into drifting nymphs. Between 2:30PM and 3:15PM, when Jen and Dave departed, I landed four trout, and they were very nice chunky rainbows in the thirteen to fourteen inch range. I was more than ecstatic with this positive turn of events. I was making ten to fifteen drifts for every successful hit, so it was not easy by any means, but persistence paid off. I also imparted movement in the form of lifts and swings, and several of the trout responded to these tactics.

Decent

I waded to shore and said my goodbyes to the fly fishing couple, and then I resumed my fly fishing progression. As planned, I moved up the river and flicked casts to likely spots where there was moderate depth and holding lies. In each case I spotted rising fish, but with persistence I was able to hook and land quality fish. By the time I reached fourteen trout, I was fifty yards above my starting point, so I exited the river and ambled back along the concrete path.

More Pockets

When I arrived back at the pool, I decided to cut back to the section at the top. When I arrived, fish continued to rise, and I could not ignore the pull of the hatch. I decided to take one last shot at dry flies, as many fish continued to feed on the surface. I tried the CDC BWO and the soft hackle emerger, and I managed to land one trout on each by casting across and allowing a downstream drift to the point were the fish were rising. The sky was dark and the wind continued to gust, but the fish seemed to revel in the adverse conditions for human beings.

Splendid Colors

What a day! The Tucson was ready for pickup by early afternoon. I met two new friends that share common interests, and hopefully there will be many more meetings in the future. And through the experience of Jen, I utilized an RS2, and it led to solid success over the course of Wednesday afternoon. Was I able to cast dry flies and fool fussy trout? No, but with the help of Jen, I resorted to a baetis nymph, and I enjoyed an amazing 2.5 hours late in the afternoon. This was perhaps my best day of 2025 so far, and I look forward to more such days before run off kicks in during May.

Fish Landed: 16

Love the Body Color on This Rainbow

Olive Perdigon – 03/05/2025

Olive Perdigon 03/05/2025 Photo Album

I tied a few of these simple flies in 2020 during Covid to kill time while quarantined. I used them infrequently, and like many new patterns they lingered in my fly box, as I opted for tried and true patterns that I had confidence in.

Slender Nymph

Fast forward to 11/04/2023. If you read this post, you learn that I had an outstanding fall day on the Eagle River, when the olive perdigon delivered superior results for my friend, Dave G. and me. Needless to say, this prompted me to tie a batch, but I must confess that I did not test them to any great extent during 2024. I plan to make amends for this oversight, and as a result I approached my vise and produced five additional olive perdigons. I am confident that if I give them a chance, they will become a new favored fly from my fleece wallet.

A Batch of Five and Associated Materials

This fly is quite easy to tie, although I am not a fan of messing around with UV resin application. I have squeeze tubes, and the caps become a gooey mess. I plan to switch over to product with applicators, but being a frugal fly tier, I am attempting to use up the resin in my tubes. These olive perdigons require only six materials if you count the hook, bead and a black marker. Otherwise, all you need is some grizzly spade hackle fibers, olive thread and UV resin. The result is a very slender heavy fly that rapidly sinks to the bottom. If I can discipline myself, I would like to test these in pocket water, where it is necessary to get the fly to the bottom quickly. Doesn’t it seem like this is a perfect application for the olive perdigon?