Time: 1:00PM – 3:00PM

Location: National Forest

East Fork of Brush Creek 07/11/2026 Photo Album

Saturday fly fishing was devoted to a pair of kids at the campsite. Alden and Emma were the son and daughter of Jacy and Dana, who were friends of my daughter. They were both eleven years old. Jacy accompanied us on our brook trout adventure, and she lugged along a flexible rubber bag with handles to hold the fish that we kept for dinner, hopefully.

I decided to begin this adventure at the series of beaver ponds that I scouted on Friday. I removed my Fenwick five weight fiberglass pole from mothballs for this outing, as I wanted to avoid damage to my more expensive rods. I rigged the Fenwick with the red hippie stomper, but I also assembled my Orvis Access four weight. On the line on this rod I placed a size 14 olive green stimulator.

Nice One

Alden and I carefully waded into the creek below a beaver dam, and I refreshed his memory on casting. This included gripping the line with his left hand and clasping the cork rod handle with his right hand thumb up. I allowed him to make some short casts, but it was evident that his novice casting ability would inhibit our efforts to catch dinner. If there is another occasion next year, I plan to practice casting on the road near the campsite, before we enter the stream.

Beaver Pond Fly Fishing

Alden acknowledged that he was in over his head, and he handed the Fenwick to me. I began casting the red stomper, but unlike Friday, success was not instantaneous. After a half hour of intense casting, I managed to land two sub six inch brook trout and one barely above my six inch minimum. We kept number three in the hard sided bag for a bit, but eventually I decided to move, and we released the diminutive brookie. Besides the slow action on my flies, I was not seeing many rising fish, so for some reason, the circumstances shifted from Friday. I cycled through the stimulator, a Jake’s gulp beetle, a deer hair caddis, and a black parachute ant; but I never found the key to success in this area. I suspect that the lack of cloud cover and the timing of fishing in the early afternoon were factors.

Fish Cleaning in Progress

We all adjourned to the beaver ponds next to Jacy, Alden and Emma’s campsite. I continued to provide the casting, and over the course of the next 1.5 hours I landed nine additional brook trout. We kept five for dinner, released one, and three escaped in the process of transferring from my net to the flexible bucket. I returned to the peacock body hippie stomper, and it served me well.

The Last One

I awkwardly climbed up a steep and very high beaver dam to reach the rim. Jacy was actually concerned for my well being, as I teetered a few times, when my wading boots sank through the web of sticks forming the dam. Once I reached the top, however, I was in perfect position to cast to the placid pond with totally open backcasting space.

Five for Tacos

Eventually the brook trout wised up to my offering, so Alden and I carefully exited the dam and circled around on land. In order to access the main portion of the deep beaver pond, we had to carefully wade through spaced out clumps of shrubs that were inundated by the backed up water. Alden wore his swimsuit and summer shoes, so he led the way. We found a path to the edge of the deep drop off, and I managed to land a few brook trout to up our dinner total to the target quantity of five.

In the Pan

I decided to move to another bush clump that took me ten feet away from Alden. There was a deep trough between me and the next one, and I made an exploratory poke with my wading staff. It was definitely deep, but not over my waders. I took the plunge, literally. There was a hole in the trough that perhaps led to a beaver tunnel, and my left foot just kept going down, until water trickled over the top of the waders. I was not happy, but fortunately it was a minor amount and actually felt good during the hot afternoon.

I continued casting from the new clump for another ten minutes or so, and I landed three or four decent brook trout. As is usually the case, the harder a place is to reach, the better the fishing. With our goal of five fish for dinner attained, I carefully shuffled my way back through the muck and called it quits. Alden had a blast transferring my catches from the net to the bag, and seeing his excitement made it all worthwhile.

Fish Landed: 10

Time: 3:15PM – 4:30PM

Location: National forest

East Fork of Brush Creek 07/10/2026 Photo Album

Jane, Amy and I completed a long and challenging hike near our campsite on Friday morning. Because the hike was steep and longer than expected, I adjusted my fly fishing plans. Jane and I were responsible for Friday dinner at our campsite, and Jane suggested that I return from fishing by 5:00PM. We were preparing a meal for seven adults and four kids using a camp stove on a picnic table, so it was not a small chore. I needed to be present to help.

Hand Size

Originally I hoped to fish a relatively high gradient section of the East Fork, where I experienced decent success in 2025; however, time constraints prevented me from repeating last year’s adventure. Instead, I chose to fish near our campsite in a series of beaver dams. Have I mentioned that I do not like fishing beaver dams? They are inevitably surrounded by tunnels and holes and troughs and mucky bottoms. Wading is a true hazard. On a positive note, I was planning to fish with a couple eleven year old kids on Saturday, so it was not a bad idea to scout out the nearby options.

Hot Spot Where the Flow Was Entering

I asked Jane to drop me off to save time, and then I rigged my Orvis Access four weight and knotted a peacock hippie stomper to my line. Almost immediately a few brook trout attacked the stomper, and I knew I was in for some fun. In fact, I advanced upstream through four separate beaver dams and landed twelve brook trout and one brown trout in 1.25 hours of fly fishing. Not bad. I was encouraged that success might be within reach on Saturday.

After the Brief Shower

By 4:00PM some dark clouds rolled overhead, and a very brief rain shower followed. I never had time to pull on my raincoat, but the impact of the rain on the surface of the pond ended the series of sporadic rises that preceded the rain. I, however, continued fishing through the rain, and the large attractor hippie stomper apparently was too enticing for the fish to totally abandon feeding. After the rain stopped, a few rises resumed, but the pace slowed considerably compared to before the storm. I found that I had to allow the fly to sit motionless for an extended amount of time, but if I maintained my patience, a surface crush would occur. Also, around this time I broke off the peacock body hippie stomper on an errant backhand cast, and I replaced it with another with a flashy red body. The red version seemed to be a favorite of the brook trout as well.

Orange Belly

Friday was a fun, although brief, outing on the beaver ponds of the East Fork. I landed thirteen trout in 1.25 hours, and all were duped by hippie stompers. Fishing a single attractor dry fly was a blast. I hiked back to the campsite and arrived in time to assist with dinner preparation. It was a good day in Colorado.

Fish Landed: 13

Time: 11:00AM – 12:00PM

Location: Between Sylvan Lake State Park visitor center and Yeoman Campground

East Fork, Brush Creek 07/12/2025 Photo Album

A friend of my daughter reserved two campsites at Yeoman Campground from July 11 through July 13. Jane and I were invited to join, so we spent two nights at Yeoman. Amy’s friend, Jacy, was the organizer, and she arranged for her family to join her along with another friend of Amy and Jacy and his family. By Saturday the campground was filled with the laughter and enthusiasm of six youngsters ranging in age from ten to five.

Jacy’s son, Alden, expressed an interest in fly fishing, so on Saturday morning I provided instruction to the three oldest members of the youth group that was present. There was Alden, Emma and Emerson. I began the day with some casting instruction in the driveway next to the campsite. I explained a bit of terminology including an explanation of a fly line as opposed to a leader, and I explained that the line is the key to propelling flies to their destination. I shot some line out of the rod and then allowed each kid to try making some casts without the presence of a fly. The results were mixed, but it was only a brief session.

Alden Reaching for a Brook Trout

Exchange

Next, I returned to my campsite and pulled on my waders and gear, and when I returned to the base campsite, five of us headed to the stream. The group consisted of Jacy, Alden, Emma and Emerson. The section that we chose to fish would have been decent for somewhat seasoned anglers, but it was a challenge for novices. Why? Because it was nearly all slow-moving beaver ponds. The kids were dressed in swimsuits, but I wore my waders. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate fishing and wading among beaver ponds? They are surrounded by boggy marshes with abundant holes, and the stream bottom is notoriously mucky.

Tender Grip

Emma Waiting for a Handoff

Many bushes and trees bordered the ponds, and this made it important to stand in the middle of the stream to get a clear backcast. Wading sent out warning waves across the pools. I decided that the best approach was for me to cast and and attempt to hook fish and then allow the youngsters to reel in the catch.

Emerson in the Wings

There were spots where the pond depth surpassed the top of my waders, so I was forced to cast from the bank or shallow swamped sod clumps. This dictated keeping the backcast high and making long backhand casts. It was not a situation that accommodated young novices.

Proud Displayer of First Brook Trout

I strung my Loomis two-piece five weight, and I knotted a red body hippie stomper to the leader. Within five minutes a hungry brook trout slapped the hippie stomper, and I landed the first fish. I allowed Alden to reel in the little fighter, after I spooled the slack fly line. Needless to say, excitement reigned among our small group.

Terry Cleans Fish after I Demonstrated

I continued slowly working my way upstream, but suddenly the trout refused the hippie stomper or ignored it completely. I was conscious of the need for action for the young students, so I swapped the red stomper for another with a dark purple body. The change was like magic, and I landed six additional brook trout. Alden was my guide, as he led the way and warned me of deep holes and drop offs. I rotated among the three young anglers taking turns reeling in the fish, and Jacy kept a watchful eye for safety reasons while lugging the white fish bucket.

Touching the Head

I found that making long casts and allowing the fly to simply sit in a near stationary state was the key to prompting strikes. We kept five brook trout in the bucket, and eventually even Alden’s interest waned, and he was the most ardent and patient student of fly fishing. In addition, the cumulative impact of standing in ice cold mountain water was creating a chill among the youngsters.

Fishing Hole Became Swimming Hole in the Afternoon

The crew was excited about the prospect of eating the freshly caught brook trout, so we returned to the campsite. For some reason the kids thought that the fish would like vegetation in the bucket, and it was filled with reeds and blades of grass. I quickly marched over to our next-door campsite and retrieved a couple knives. When I returned, one of the girls scooped a brook trout from the bucket after a few slippery releases, and she delivered it to the cutting board. I beheaded and gutted the small fish, while Jacy’s brother, Terry, observed; and then I turned over fish cleaning duties to Terry. I was impressed with the lack of squeamishness on the part of the young observers. They took turns touching the tail and head and even the eyes of the recently gutted fish.

A Pair of Dogs Refresh

Seeing the enthusiasm of the young folks made Saturday one of the most rewarding fishing days of the year for this seasoned angler. Hopefully this will become an annual tradition, and in future years I will witness the growth of beginners becoming competent anglers.

Fish Landed: 5

Time: 3:00PM – 4:30PM

Location: Between the Sylvan Lake State Park visitor Center and Yeoman Campground

East Fork, Brush Creek 07/11/2025 Photo Album

Jane, Amy and I camped at Yeoman Campground on Thursday night, and we hiked the McKenzie Gulch Trail and the Sylvan Lake Shoreline Loop Trail on Friday morning and continued into the early afternoon. When we returned to the campsite, Amy and Jane released me to do some fly fishing, while they relaxed.

I pulled into a small parking lot and prepared to fish at 2:40PM, and by 3:00PM I was perched on the small creek ready to do some exploration on new water. The air temperature was in the upper seventies, and that was quite warm for the high elevation location of East Fork of Brush Creek. Because of the small stream and the tight nature of the surroundings, I chose to deploy my Orvis Access four weight rod.

Off and Running

I hiked down the road a short distance, and then I cut perpendicular to the creek and managed my way down a short but steep bank. To begin my trout quest, I tied a size 10 classic Chernboyl ant to my line. On my first flip of the fly, a trout nailed the Chernobyl. I set the hook, and the fish wiggled free sending my Chernobyl ant into a tree behind me. I attempted a rescue, but the thicket of branches was too dense to allow me to bend down the branch that possessed my fly, so I popped it off and knotted another similar foam fly to my line.

Gorgeous Hole

For the next forty-five minutes I hooked seven trout, but I landed only one. Talk about frustration. I concluded that the tight quarters prevented me from executing solid hook sets for fear of snagging another tree limb. In addition, the thick foam and invasion of the hook gap may have been a factor. A third explanation may have been tentative takes on the part of the trout.

At any rate, I switched flies and selected a peacock hippie stomper; and, suddenly my landed percentage climbed. This sort of reinforces the tentative take theory as an explanation for a low conversion rate with the Chernobyl ant. I ended up with eight landed trout on fifteen connections.

Splendid

The fishing was very challenging. The narrow creek funneled through dense overhanging bushes and branches. In addition, the gradient was fairly steep. Because of the tight vegetation I could only advance by wading up the stream, and even this approach was difficult at times. I was concerned that I would find a suitable exit point, but by 4:30PM I noticed an open area, and I could see the roadway high above me. I jumped at the opportunity for a decent route and called it quits.

Slow Area Next to the Boulders Delivered

What was the quality of the fish I was catching? Seven landed fish were browns, and one brook trout found my net. The browns were decent fish for a small stream with quite a few feisty twelve inchers. I would definitely like to return to explore the small stream more extensively, when I have more time at my disposal, even though I know I could expect adverse wading and casting conditions. It truly was a physical workout, particularly for my aging body.

Fish Landed: 8

Time: 2:00PM – 4:30PM

Location: Pond next to the entrance gate.

Frost Creek Pond 10/06/2019 Photo Album

Our friends, the Gabourys, invited us to join them once again at their beautiful home in Eagle, CO on October 6 through 8. I expected to fish with Dave G. on Monday, but after we arrived on Sunday morning, he proposed a short session on the Frost Creek Ponds. Dave G. is a member of the Frost Creek Country Club, and this entitles him to fish the ponds and a private section of Brush Creek that runs through the property. Dave G. also informed me that he experienced decent recent success on one of the ponds using a size 16 parachute Adams. I was easily swayed to respond in the affirmative to this surprise invitation to fly fish on Sunday. My wrist was still rather sore from my pratfall on Thursday, but I decided a two hour session would be a good first test.

Golden Colors Surround the Pond

Upon our arrival we parked just inside the entrance gate, and I quickly rigged my Sage One five weight. I chose my largest rod to support long casts to the center of the still water, and in case I tangled with a substantial fish. When we were completely prepared to fish, we walked to the south end of the pond. Sunday developed into a gorgeous fall day with the temperature in the low seventies. Intermittent light wind was not a negative factor, and the surface of the pond remained relatively smooth during our stay.

Before casting I paused to observe, and my heart beat elevated, as I spotted nice chunky cruisers and sporadic rises. Dave G. began with his favored parachute Adams, but I opted for a size 18 parachute black ant in response to the occasional wind and surface sips. In the first twenty minutes I endured two refusals, and then I connected with a nice spunky thirteen inch rainbow.

First Fish

Just as I congratulated myself for capitalizing on the terrestrial option, the action ceased, so I began to migrate around the pond in a clockwise direction. In the southwest corner I spotted quite a few large cruisers, but they ignored the ant, and I switched to a size 20 CDC olive. I speculated that it would imitate a variety of small aquatic creatures such as midges and baetis adults. Unfortunately my theory did not prove out, and I covered thirty yards of shoreline without any sign of interest from the pond residents.

Pretty Scene

When I arrived at the northwest corner, I decided a change was in order, and I replaced the olive with a size 12 Jake’s gulp beetle. Soon after the switch the plopping beetle created quite a bit of interest as evidenced by the looks, refusals, and flashy swirls that ensued. In spite of the flurry of frustration, I remained committed and eventually hooked and landed a fine fourteen inch rainbow. Upon releasing the much appreciated gem, refusals resumed, so I downsized to a size 14 beetle.

Lifted from the Pond

The smaller beetle produced, when a twelve inch rainbow darted three feet to crush the terrestrial. Dave G., meanwhile, took a page from my book and tossed a black ant. The size 16 fur ant produced two landed fish and two break offs. This success grabbed my attention, and I added a size 18 ant on a six inch dropper behind the beetle, and I returned to the southeastern corner of the pond. Here I earned temporary hookups with two fish, and I suspect they latched on to the ant.

Love the Reflection

Our Sunday outing on the Frost Creek Pond was unexpected bonus time, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Making long casts on the pond provided a rigorous test to my wrist, and it passed with only occasional twinges. The session gave me  confidence, that I could endure a day of fishing on Monday. My ability to sight fish to healthy fish was much appreciated, and my hunch on terrestrials proved to be a winner.

Fish Landed: 3

Time: 10:30AM – 2:00PM

Location: Pond in the middle of the field west of the golf course; Brush Creek; and pond by golf course near entrance gate.

Frost Creek Ponds 07/12/2019 Photo Album

On Thursday Dave G. and I attempted to fish in Brush Creek, but we both concluded that the flows remained too high for reasonably successful fly fishing. Dave G. is a non- golf member of Frost Creek Golf and Fishing Club, and this entitled him to fish in the ponds on the premises. Needless to say, I was happy to tag along.

We arrived at 10AM, and Dave G. stopped by the clubhouse to obtain intelligence on the status of the four fishing ponds. The regulations vary by pond, and he required a refresher course on the rules. Once Dave G. obtained this critical information, we found a nice deep pond situated in a large field west of the golf course. I chose to wade wet, and our rods remained strung from the previous day, so we arrived along the shore of the lake in a short amount of time. A small feeder creek entered the pond from the south, and Dave G. positioned himself on the eastern side of the entering flow. I, meanwhile, assumed a position on the south shoreline, but west of the inlet.

The Frost Creek Pond We Fished

The sky was blue, and the temperature was in the high seventies, as we began to fish. Knee high narrow reeds surrounded the pond, and an abundant quantity of blue damsel flies and striped-wing dragon flies darted about the area and occasionally hovered within inches of the surface of the water. Instantly I became aware of sporadic rises in the lake, and many were fierce slashing rushes, that caused the trout to break the surface or even leap above the water in pursuit of food.

My line remained rigged with a chubby Chernobyl with a tan ice dub body, and below the foam top fly were a flashback peacock stonefly and copper john. Rather than switch to different offerings, I began to lob casts with the three fly configuration. For ten minutes the stationary chubby attracted no attention, but then following the observation of an aggressive boil within several feet of the bank, I launched a thirty foot cast to the vicinity of the activity. The top fly rested for a few seconds, but then a large bulge appeared just short of the large foam attractor. My heart beat elevated, but a refusal was my first taste of action.

With fresh optimism I continued to cast to areas with recent rises, but a relatively long lull in action ensued. I decided to remove the dry/dropper components and switched to a different dry fly, but at this point I realized that I left my fly box in my waders, and they remained in my car back at the Gaboury’s. The only dry flies in my possession were in a small plastic canister that contained an assortment of large top flies for the dry/dropper method. Given the surface activity, I concluded that I might be able to make the most of my limited fly selection.

I replaced the chubby with a classic black Chernobyl ant, and I sprayed thirty and forty foot casts toward the middle of the stillwater, but the fish ignored the black impostor. I sifted through the canister and spotted a parachute hopper with a gray body. Perhaps the large grizzly hackle splayed about the center wing post would create the illusion of movement and attract some feeding action? I allotted ten minutes to the hopper, but it was also treated with disdain.

Blue Damsel Haven

The wind kicked up a bit, and the rising fish seemed to be concentrated on the south side of the inlet, so I moved below Dave G. I was contemplating my next move, when I examined the reeds along the shoreline, and I was astounded by the quantity of slender blue-bodied damsel flies. Surely these delicate odonata had recently emerged, and perhaps the trout were gorging subsurface on migrating nymphs? It was worth a try. I stripped in my dry fly and knotted an olive slumpbuster to my line and followed that with a wiggle damsel on an eight inch dropper. Surely this move would initiate torrid fishing action from these lake dwellers.

The damsel hatch materialized in my mind but never commenced in the pond. I stripped and hand-twisted the streamer and nymph combination for an hour, but I never generated as much as a follow or bump. Needless to say I was very disappointed. The stronger wind caused small wavelets, and the surface feeding fish seemed to be concentrated at the eastern end of the lake. I abandoned the subsurface approach and once again examined my fly canister for options.

I was now fairly certain that the damsel hatch was pretty much completed, and the pond residents were tuned into the hovering adults, and this explained the splashing slashes and leaps above the surface of the water. I spotted a tan pool toy and decided to give it a try. I had nothing that was close to resembling the narrow blue body of the damsels, so my only ploy was testing the remaining flies in the plastic cylinder.

I knotted the pool toy to my line and began targeting the spots, where trout recently revealed their presence. I was now within twenty yards of the end of the pond, and the wind caused my foam dry fly to drift eastward. Ten minutes of boredom followed the fly change, and then I glanced back from looking away to notice that the pool toy disappeared. Was it hidden by a wave? I reacted by lifting my rod and felt the significant weight of a thrashing fish. I carefully played the fighter, until I guided it into my net, and at this point I realized that I landed a scarlet hued rainbow trout. Needless to say I was ecstatic with this recent dose of good fortune, and I snapped a few photos to verify the catch.

My Reward for Persistence

Dave G. was impressed with my success, and I gifted him another pool toy, since it was the only fly that resulted in success thus far in our day. I continued floating the pool toy near the end of the lake; but, alas, it was a one shot wonder. I thought back to the early refusal on the chubby Chernobyl, and now that I was fairly convinced, that the trout were feeding on damsels, I concluded that the ice dub body foam fly with the large high white wing was my closest approximation to the naturals.

I swapped the pool toy for the chubby and resumed casting, and within minutes another fish slurped the size eight attractor. Unfortunately the connection only lasted for a two second spurt, and the fish escaped with only a minor lip pricking. Given the lack of success, I was more frustrated than normal with this lost fish. Dave G. managed a refusal to the pool toy, but then the frequency of slashing rises declined, and we decided to test the Brush Creek stream section within Frost Creek.

We hopped back in Dave G.’s car and drove to the entrance gate, where we parked and then followed a designated grassy path along the creek. I added the peacock stonefly back to my line as a dropper and placed a salvation nymph below it, and we stopped at two or three slower water places to try our luck. In one spot where a side channel merged with the main creek, I allowed the three flies to drift downstream to the seam, where the currents merged, and I felt a brief bump, but I was unable to connect.

Heron Rookery

The high flows and steep gradient created minimal soft water refuges for the fish, so after a ten minute walk we reversed our direction and returned to the car. Near our turnaround point we passed through a blue heron rookery, and I observed five or six massive nests in some very tall trees next to the creek and above us. Our presence caused at least six huge adult herons to leave the nests, and I was in awe, as they flapped their huge wings and tucked their long legs and glided above us.

Pond Number 2 at Frost Creek

When we returned to the golf course, I began fishing in a pond next to the entrance road and near the gate. I spotted a pair of decent trout, as they cruised along the shoreline ten feet from where I was standing. Dave G. moved to the north end of the pond, and he also began to lob some casts toward the middle of the tiny body of water. Our confidence was quite low, but miraculously Dave G. landed a rainbow that grabbed a purple San Juan worm. A skunking was avoided minutes before we returned to the car and drove back to Eagle Ranch.

Fish Landed: 1

Time: 10:30AM – 1:30PM

Location: Eagle Ranch

Brush Creek 07/11/2019 Photo Album

On Thursday we were met with a bright and sunny day with temperatures in the eighties. Certainly this level of heat was making significant inroads on the thick snow fields in the Rocky Mountains. Or was it? Brush Creek was flowing very high, but clarity was decent, as the water was only slightly off colored. My host in Eagle, CO, Dave G., was confident that we could enjoy some success in spite of the elevated stream flow conditions.

In order to minimize walking excessively in the mountain heat, Dave G. and I utilized a shuttle, so I parked the Santa Fe at our estimated end point, and then Dave G. drove us to our start, where Sylvan Lake Road crossed over Brush Creek near U.S. 6. In total we fished for three hours, and we advanced very quickly, as we searched for soft water along the bank, where trout could hold without expending excessive energy. With two anglers alternating between limited holding spots, we covered a lot of water. Wading was another adverse proposition, as the strong current tight to the bank forced us to bash through thick bushes repeatedly. The land bordering the creek was a massive quagmire due to the recent flooding from run off.

Murky High Flows on Brush Creek

I began fishing with a yellow fat Albert and trailed a 20 incher. The fish did not respond, so I added a go2 caddis pupa, as I approached a very attractive and wide shelf pool. This spot was perhaps the most appealing of our day on Brush Creek. As I added the go2 caddis to my line, Dave G. landed a small rainbow trout on a purple San Juan worm. On my fifth cast to the pool, I snagged bottom, and in an effort to save my flies, I walked directly upstream and applied direct pressure. Pop. All three flies broke off, where the eye of the fat Albert hook was knotted to the tippet.

Seldom Used Chubby Chernobyl Saw Extended Action

Dave G. Gives It a Test

Not wishing to lose more prime flies to marginal conditions, I rigged with what I perceived to be secondary imitations from my box. These were seldom used flies that would yield less pain in the event of another unfortunate loss. I tied on a chubby Chernobyl with a tan ice dub body as my top indicator fly and added a flashback peacock dubbed stonefly below it. On the end behind the stonefly I knotted an emerald caddis pupa. I stuck with the Chernobyl and stonefly for the remainder of my time and rotated the end fly from the caddis pupa to a copper john.

My Only Landed Trout

Half way through my three hours on the stream, I tossed the three flies tight to the bank beneath an inside bend and the Chernobyl dipped. The erratic movement caused me to set the hook, and after a brief tussle I guided a twelve inch brown trout with a peacock stonefly in its mouth into my net. That was the extent of my action on Brush Creek on Thursday, but I was very thankful to avoid yet another 2019 skunking.

Fish Landed: 1

Time: 10:45AM – 11:45AM

Location: Confluence with Eagle River upstream to just beyong US 6

Brush Creek 10/26/2018 Photo Album

After spending my second night at the Gaboury’s luxurious home in Eagle Ranch, my friend Dave G. was finally free to join me in some fly fishing. The night before we discussed a split session with a few hours in the morning on Brush Creek followed by an early afternoon session on the Eagle River. Based on my experience on the Eagle during the same calendar time period in 2017, I was fairly certain that we would encounter a decent blue winged olive hatch in the PM.

On Friday morning we tracked the hourly temperature on my weather application, and the graph displayed 45 degrees for 10AM warming to 49 by 11AM. Upon seeing this projection of chill, Dave G. decided to forego Brush Creek, so I made the short drive to Brush Creek Confluence Park myself. Although the air temperature was in fact in the forties, as I strung my Orvis Access four weight and pulled on my waders, the bright sun made it seem much milder. I wore my long sleeved insulated Columbia undershirt, my fishing shirt and a gray fleece; and I was relatively comfortable during my one hour on lower Brush Creek.

When I was properly attired and geared up, I completed the short hike on a well worn path to the point where Brush Creek empties into the Eagle River. The Eagle was quite turbid, so I was not tempted to make a few prospecting casts to the run below the merge point. I immediately veered to the left and knotted a peacock hippy stomper and iron sally to my line.

Nice Start on Friday

Over the next hour I progressed upstream, until I was just above the US 6 bridge that spanned the creek. Along the way I cast the two fly dry/dropper to all the likely trout holding locations. I maintained a decent distance, as the water was at low autumn flows, and I was very efficient in my prospecting. For the most part I limited my casts to three per spot, and only a couple places merited five or six drifts.

Representative of My Catch on Brush Creek on Friday

The strategy rewarded me with six landed brown trout in one hour of focused fly fishing, but all the trout were in the ten to eleven inch range. I was pleased with my catch rate but disappointed with the size of the fish. My cautious approaches were mainly effective, although I did observe a few fleeing trout at the tail of select pools. At 11:45 I reeled up my line and hooked the iron sally to the bottom rod guide and returned to the car.

Fish Landed: 6

Time: 2:30PM – 5:30PM

Location: Tributary to the Eagle River.

Brush Creek 03/14/2017 Photo Album

Our friends the Gabourys invited us to join them for a few days at their beautiful home in Eagle Ranch, CO; and Jane and I quickly accepted. Jane made plans to ski with Dave on Wednesday, and I looked forward to fly fishing with Dave after our arrival on Tuesday afternoon. Jane and I had doctor appointments on Tuesday morning, so we packed our bags ahead of time, and this enabled us to depart as soon as we returned from our medical obligations.

We arrived in Eagle a bit later than expected, and after we exchanged greetings, Dave G. and I prepared to fish in nearby Brush Creek. The weather was nearly ideal for March 14 with high temperatures reaching the middle sixties. Not to be outdone the stream was crystal clear with flows slightly below perfect. Snow remained in the shaded areas, but the warm temperatures and subsequent melt did not appear to affect the creek.

Looks Very Fishy

Dave G. and I agreed to cover a lot of water and focus only on the most attractive spots. These juicy locations were characterized by depth and slower current velocity, and we held to our plan fairly rigorously. Particularly enticing sections were deep holes that bordered banks, logs and tree root systems.

I began my day with a yellow fat Albert and trailed a beadhead hares and followed that with an ultra zug bug. Dave G. selected a Chernboyl ant, beadhead hares ear, and beadhead pheasant tail. Almost immediately Dave G. connected with four fish near our starting point, and several were quite nice rainbow trout in the fifteen inch range. This flurry of early action caused my heart rate to elevate in anticipation of similar success.

Dave Gaboury’s Rod Is Bent

Unfortunately I plugged along for twenty minutes with nothing to show for my efforts. Finally Dave G. graciously offered me first rights to a long pool, and I began at the slow moving tail section. My success rate ticked upward slightly, as I experienced two momentary hook ups, but this merely served to whet my appetite for a netted fish. My frustration was building, but I contained it, as it was an absolutely spectacular late winter day.

In Better Light

We continued moving at a rapid pace, as we cherry picked only the most inviting areas, until we approached an absolutely surefire trout haven. Dave once again gave me first dibs, and I finally connected on a twelve inch brown trout. This apparently was the icebreaker, because over the remainder of the afternoon I landed four additional rainbow trout. All were chunky fish in the fifteen to sixteen inch range, and every fish that I landed on Tuesday succumbed to the ultra zug bug. During the first thirty minutes I was close to abandoning the ultra zug bug, but I patiently persisted, and I was rewarded for not making a change.

Another Gorgeous Rainbow Trout

Quite a few of the rainbows were visible in the low flows, and it was exciting, although challenging to place casts above the sighted fish, and then watch intently for a sign of the fish taking the subsurface offering. In one noteworthy case I approached a deep shelf pool on the left side of the center current. I placed a cast along the current seam, and the fat Albert drifted off to the side and into the slow water, until the surface fly nearly came to a standstill. I decided to lift the fat Albert to check for a snag, and I was pleasantly surprised to feel the throbbing weight of a fat fifteen inch rainbow trout. Several of the takes were quite subtle, and success required extreme concentration.

One of Four Fine Rainbows

Tuesday was a fun day on Brush Creek, and the effort resulted in four of my best fish of 2017. Only the seventeen inch surprise from the Cache la Poudre in Ft. Collins surpassed the afternoon rainbows on March 14. The Colorado weather is improving, and my excitement for the coming season is escalating at a comparable rate.

Fish Landed: 5

Time: 10:30AM – 1:30PM

Location: Confluence with Eagle River and then upstream in Eagle Ranch Water.

Fish Landed: 1

Brush Creek 04/30/2016 Photo Album

Saturday April 30 was our getaway day from Eagle Ranch, and the weather forecast appeared to be a mirror image of what Dave G and I endured on Friday. The high temperature was projected to peak at fifty degrees, and rain and snow were expected to descend off and on throughout the duration of the day. Dave G was unable to reach the owners of the private water to secure approval, so we made alternative plans.

Dave G. suggested that we begin fishing in the Eagle River at the confluence with Brush Creek. This strategy would enable us to fish in the bigger water of the Eagle in case the action and size of fish we experienced on Friday translated to the lower water by the confluence. If the Eagle was not productive, we could move into Brush Creek. I approved of Dave G.’s plan, and it was 39 degrees when we parked at the lot off of Violet Lane at 10:30 and hiked to the river. I bundled up similar to Friday, and I felt like the Michelin man of tire advertisement fame.

Two other fishermen were preparing to fish, so we hustled to beat them to the confluence. Fortunately we already had our waders on and our rods rigged, so we were successful in our efforts to reach the water first. We made a beeline for the deep run below where Brush Creek merges with the Eagle River, and I began my quest for fish with a beaded red San Juan worm and trailed an ultra zug bug behind it.

Dave G was ready before me, so he took the top half of the run below the entrance of Brush Creek, and I began in the bottom half. I fished it thoroughly for fifteen minutes with no results, so I moved to the attractive edge pockets above Brush Creek. I covered the deepest areas, and half way through this pursuit I exchanged the ultra zug bug for a salad spinner. I did not sniff any action, so I reeled up my flies and joined Dave G on Brush Creek. By now the two fishermen in the parking lot were scanning Brush Creek, and it appeared they were about to fish from the Eagle River up to Violet Lane, so Dave G and I returned to the car and moved to the shoulder of Violet Lane just below the route 6 bridge.

We advanced upstream from there and prospected a very nice long run and pool. I switched to a fat Albert with a beadhead hares ear and salad spinner, but this change did not improve my success rate to something greater than zero. Dave G was fairly convinced that Brush Creek was not going to be productive, since this honey hole did not produce, so we debated whether to move upstream to the Eagle Ranch section of Brush or to return to the Horn Ranch segment of the Eagle River, where we had decent success on Friday.

Because it was cold and Brush Creek was closer and easier to fish, and we were already rigged with dry/dropper configurations, we chose Brush Creek. Horn Ranch would have entailed switching back to a nymphing rig. We walked the short distance back to the car and drove back to Eagle Ranch where we parked at the bridge on Capitol Street and bushwhacked through the meadow until we reached the upper border of the private water. Over the next 1.5 hours we worked our way back to the Capitol Street bridge before quitting for the day.

This Pool Yielded My Only Fish on the Day

The second pool that I fished outside the private water was a huge bend pool where the current ran directly into a high bank and deflected at a ninety degree turn. I lobbed several casts directly upstream so that the fat Albert and trailing flies floated along the current seam back toward the bank. On the fourth drift the fat Albert paused, and I set the hook and found myself attached to a fish. Initially I thought the fish was foul hooked, but once I coaxed it into my net, I realized that it wrapped some line around its body in its efforts to reach freedom, and the beadhead hares ear was firmly embedded in the corner of the mouth. I snapped some photos, as I was not certain I would see any additional fish besides this nice thirteen inch specimen.

My One and Only Brush Creek Catch

After releasing the precious brown trout, I proceeded upstream and prospected all the likely sweet spots that delivered fish in past visits to this waterway. Nothing. Dave G., whose confidence was already tattered at the lower end of Brush Creek by the Eagle River, experienced the same success rate. At 1:30 we reached the bridge, and the fish gave us no reason to continue fishing, and the rain picked up a bit. We were both damp and chilled and hungry, so we called it quits and returned to the warmth of Dave G’s house.

A Tumbleweed Collection Point

Where were the fish? Dave G had no explanation. My theory is that Brush Creek is nearly 100% a brown trout fishery. Brown trout are much less opportunistic than rainbows or other trout species. The water was cold, and there was little evidence of any hatching activity, so the browns retreated to their prime holding lies for safety and to conserve energy until some more abundant food source lured them out to more open feeding locations. The spots we were fishing were the locations that they claimed for feeding when food was more abundant. If I were forced to return to Brush Creek under similar conditions as Saturday, I would switch to a streamer, and I would be very selective and strip the meat past the undercut banks and along logs and rocks where the brown trout might hold. Perhaps a large minnow or crawfish imitation might lure a cautious brown trout from the security of its protected lair.

My main accomplishment on Saturday was the confidence I earned in my ability to fish in relative comfort in forty degree temperatures. I wore three layers, a hat with ear flaps, a neck gaitor, and fingerless wool gloves. Dave G taught me that I needed to remove the gloves in the event of landing a fish so that they remained dry, and this was a very useful piece of information for withstanding cold weather angling. Hopefully some warmer temperatures will arrive in Colorado soon, and that will enable me to enjoy a few more days of stream fishing before the heavy run off commences.