Time: 1:30PM – 4:00PM

Location: Between Osprey Campground and Willow Picnic Area

Trout Landed: 0

South Platte River 05/22/2011 Photo Album

Chalk this outing up to rod testing. Jane and I drove to Royal Gorge Anglers so I could purchase a new fly rod and reel for my Alaska trip on Saturday, and I was dying to give the new rod a try. The only stream with reasonable flows after the heavy rains during the week was the South Platte River below Cheesman Reservoir, so off I went. I got off to a late start as the reports indicated caddis were beginning to emerge late afternoon into the evening.

I planned to stop at the Jarre Market in Sedalia and purchase a tapered leader, but forgot, so I was banking on having a spare in my front pack for my new fly line. I arrived at the stream at around 1PM and parked at a pullout below Willow Picnic area. I searched through my bag and backpack and then finally found a new leader tucked in my front pack. I made a loop to loop connection with the tip of the new line and attached the Orvis reel to my new rod and prepared to fish.

New Reel and Rod for Alaska

I wore my raincoat as a windbreaker. It was a cool day with partly cloudy skies and a fair amount of wind. I strung my new rod and walked down the road and cut over to the river approximately where I’d stopped fishing on my last trip to the South Platte. I propped the rod on a large stump and took some photos of the reel, the rod and the model and line size on the rod. I began fishing with a yellow Letort hopper and trailed a beadhead hares ear and began prospecting the likely spots. The flows were up since my last trip, and I noticed a considerable amount of aquatic moss floating in the river. In fact it was so dense that I had to remove moss from my flies nearly every third or fourth cast.

New Rod Leans on Tree Stump

After I’d covered a considerable amount of water, I reached a small island below Willow. Some geese went up the right channel so I retreated back to the bottom of the island to fish up the large and faster left side. Here I spotted a rise and switched to a caddis and experienced a split second hook up with the small fish that had risen. This would prove to be the extent of my action on the new rod.

Typical South Platte Landscape on Trail to Oxbow

I switched over to a strike indicator and nymphs and fished the nice deep run below the island to no avail. The larger but light stiff Scott rod handled the heavier nymphing rig easily. I decided to drive further up the river to the catch and release area as I wasn’t seeing much evidence of fish where I was fishing. I drove 5-10 miles to the oxbow area before Trumbull and hiked back the trail to the tip of the oxbow. I continued working the nymphs including a RS2 as the bottom fly. The sky clouded up and a brief shower occurred but much to my chagrin this did not provoke any BWO or caddis activity. I worked my way around the oxbow fishing the likely runs and seams but I wasn’t rewarded for my persistence. After the brief shower passed and the sun came out I decided I’d had enough and returned to Denver. The rod was a success from a casting standpoint, but remains unproven for fish catching ability.

Time: 10:30AM – 4:00PM

Location: Around Osprey Campground

Fish Landed: 5

South Platte River 05/17/2011 Photo Album

I went into work on Monday and busied myself with a bunch of clean up tasks, but ran out of work by 2:30PM. I was waiting for the office manager to finish job costing before I could move into the normal closing duties, but she didn’t appear to be close, so I informed John that I’d probably be fishing on Tuesday. Now I needed to pick a destination.

On Tuesday morning after I’d packed everything in the car, I began looking at the stream flows for streams closer to Denver. Originally I considered the North Fork of the St. Vrain below Buttonrock Reservoir, but the gauge in Lyons was reading 150 cfs and had increased pretty dramatically over the last three days. There is no gauge on the North Fork below the dam, so it was a gamble to make the 1.5 hour drive only to discover that they were releasing more water. The Big Thompson was up to 130, and that’s pretty heavy flows for that small streambed. Next I checked Clear Creek and the flows there had jumped significantly over the last few days. Bear Creek was looking good at 22 cfs, but this is a small stream with relatively small fish. Finally the South Platte River near Deckers was running at 118. This is actually quite low, but I figured that was a better problem to face than high flows.

I arrived at the bottom of Nighthawk Hill and turned left to head up the river toward Deckers. I elected to turn into the pullout just before the Osprey Campground. It was around 10:30AM when I began fishing with a yellow Letort hopper and beadhead hares ear. It was overcast and chilly even though the forecast called for highs in the low 70’s. There were a few short periods when the sun broke through the clouds, but it was quite chilly for most of the day and the wind picked up in the afternoon. I actually wore a fleece and raincoat most of the time.

I began fishing a wide riffled area but had no action. I did spot a couple nice sized fish that I kicked out of their lairs as I waded upstream through a rocky area. I reached a spot where the river splits around a small island and prepared to work up the smaller right channel. But there was a thin seam where the currents rejoined below the island, and I made several casts into this area. On perhaps the fourth drift, the hopper paused, and I set the hook and landed a 10-12 inch brown. Good, there were fish in the river, and I got one to take my fly.

First Brown on South Platte

Next I waded up the shallow tail of the right channel to a spot where historically I landed many nice fish next to a beaver house. The beaver house was no longer there, but there was still a small riffle feeding a small pool. Once again toward the tail of the pool the hopper paused and I set the hook and had a one second hook up with a fish that I saw dart upstream upon release.

I retreated back to the main left channel and worked my way upstream prospecting all the three and four foot slots behind exposed rocks. When I’d gotten to the top of the rocky riffle stretch before the long pool by the campground, the hopper paused again, and I set the hook. A nice brown shot down past me and I regained line and gradually worked it to my net. The brown was a nice 13 inch fish that put up a nice fight in the riffled area. I continued fishing the slow moving water at the tail of the long pool, but when I got across from a bare area where fishermen entered and exited the pool, I decided to go back to the car and eat lunch before continuing. It was 11:30AM when I broke for lunch.

End of Pool Looking Downstream

I decided to drive above the campground (it costs money to park in the campground parking lot), and look for another pullout since I planned to fish upstream. But there weren’t any parking spaces for quite a distance, so I returned to my original parking space and ate lunch there. After lunch I hiked back up the road to the campground and waded into the tail of the pool. Fortunately I’d added another layer because it was quite cloudy and windy. This bit of nasty weather was apparently to the liking of the BWO’s and I spotted a smattering of small mayflies on the water. As this happened, I also spotted some sporadic rises along the far bank.

I tied on a size 22 CDC BWO and began casting to the spots where I’d seen the rises. I experienced one refusal, and then the rises ceased so I moved up the pool a bit where there was a small riffle and then some nervous water between the riffle and the bank. I observed closely and spotted some very subtle dimple rises occurring very regularly. I rested the water a bit, and shot a cast to the area of dimple rises. I checked the cast high so the fly fluttered down gently in a pile. I couldn’t see the fly very well, but spotted a rise near where I estimated the fly to be, and set the hook. I was attached to a leaping brown trout. It must have jumped out of the water five times before I brought it in and released. This fish was another 13 incher, but chunkier than the previous one.

Landed Nice Brown on BWO from Below Log

Long Pool by Osprey Campground

I moved further up the pool looking for additional rises, and spotted only one more. I couldn’t generate a rise to my fly until I moved above it and drifted downstream. On one of these casts I had a split second hookup. Next I reached the top of the pool and the water changed to faster runs and riffles, so I went back to the hopper/dropper but added a RS2 below the beadhead hares ear. I covered quite a distance over the next couple hours prospecting with the hopper/dropper combination. By 3PM I was getting pretty bored with the fishing. It was very cloudy and chilly, but I wasn’t seeing any additional flies, so I decided to go back to the car and drive back down the river to the Whale Rock area with the rock garden stretch that I enjoy.

Rock Garden Stretch Near Whale Rock

I parked at Latino Landing and walked up the road a bit to the area I targeted. Another fisherman with his dog appeared just above the area that I wanted to fish, but he fished the upper area a bit and then did a U turn. I stood and observed the water for five or ten minutes, but saw no activity. I didn’t want to disturb the nice water with my hopper/dropper so I tied on the CDC BWO and climbed up on a large boulder with a slanted top and lay on my side. Apparently I dozed off for a few minutes, but when I awoke I spotted a rise tight next to a protruding rock 15 feet above me. I dismounted from my perch and got in position to cast. The wind was blowing a bit making it difficult to place the cast where I wanted it, but on the fifth attempt I wrapped a cast to the left. The brown jumped on it instantly and I landed an eleven inch feisty fish.

Seeing no more rises in the sweet area where I’d caught the previous fish, I decided to explore the left bank. The current caressed a huge boulder along the bank, and I’d had success there before. The CDC BWO is not a great fly for prospecting, and I’d seen occasional caddis, so I tied on an olive body deer hair caddis and flicked it to the top of the run along the rock. Immediately a small six inch brown smacked my fly, and I quickly landed and released it. I watched the water for another few minutes and then prospected the top third of the area with the caddis, but nothing was doing. It was now 4PM, and I was feeling quite chilled so I called it quits and drove back to Denver.

Time: 11:30AM – 2:30PM

Location: Whale Rock area downstream from Nighthawk

Fish Landed: 0

South Platte River 04/09/2011 Photo Album

With weather reasonably nice on Saturday, but forecast to be cool and possibly damp on Sunday, Jane and I packed the Sante Fe and headed off to the South Platte River. Taxes could wait until Sunday when the weather wasn’t as nice.

We arrived at the parking lot below Whale Rock at around 11:15, and I was on the river fishing by 11:30. I helped Jane down the path to a spot near the river by the car, and then we walked down the road, and Jane snapped a few photos before I descended into the canyon to begin fishing. It was quite windy with intermittent clouds and sun. I walked a short stretch downstream to the point where the river spills over a cascade. The water was higher than usual for this time of year, but clear and quite fishable. Because of the extra flows and the wind, I tied on a pink San Juan worm and trailed a beadhead hares ear.

Dave Set to Pursue Trout on Saturday

I worked all the likely spots on the roadside of the river, but had no success. When I reached a point perhaps half way to the bend below the parking lot, I crossed as the river fanned out and enabled a reasonably safe ford. I walked down to a point across from where I’d begun, and fished back up along the west bank, again with no success for my efforts. I crossed back at the same point and fished a nice juicy deep run midway to the bend pool. I clipped off the San Juan worm and tied on the hares ear as a top fly and the GO2 caddis on the bottom. Neither of these flies interested fish in the deep run, and I proceeded to the bend pool.

Near Starting Point

Here I covered all the likely water and thought I spotted a rise in the V where the eddy swirled back along the main current. I also spotted what appeared to be two tiny BWO’s. I’d been fishing for an hour now, so I decided to return to the car, eat lunch and see how Jane was doing. Jane was seated in her chair by the river with her hood up and back toward the gusting wind. We loaded the car with her chair and my fishing gear and drove back up the road to the next parking lot, which I named Latino Landing. We ate our lunches in the car to remain sheltered from the wind.

Nice Hole

Beadhead Hares Ear and RS2

After lunch I hiked up the road, and Jane once again accompanied. Unfortunately another fisherman had come down the road and was standing across from the boulder stretch that I love that harbors many brown trout. I elected to move above him, and dropped down the bank and began nymphing a nice long deep run that feeds into the pool/boulder area. I switched out the GO2 caddis for a beadhead RS2. I added a second split shot to account for the deeper water and higher velocity current. Once again I was disappointed and moved on upstream along the left bank fishing likely runs. The wind was really gusting by now, and I was forced to stop fishing from time to time to wait out the gusts. My last stop was the nice deep run and pool across from a vertical rock wall. I worked this water for ten minutes or so and decided the fishing wasn’t worth all the hassle and returned to the car. Jane was sitting in the car reading. We packed everything up and drove back to Denver.

Time: 12:30PM – 3:30PM

Location: Oxbow Bend

Fish Landed: 0

South Platte River 11/07/2010 Photo Album

Our beautiful fall weather continued on Sunday, November 7 with high temperatures once again in the 70’s. Jane expressed a desire to get out of Denver, so we prepared to drive to the South Platte River below Deckers. I threw my fishing stuff in the van, but had low expectations as our primary purpose was to enjoy a wonderful fall day. Dan called as I was loading the car and asked to jump on board, so we picked up sandwiches at Jimmy Johns for three, then picked up Dan and headed to the river.

We arrived at the pullout at around noon and hiked the path to a spot next to the river where we ate our lunches. I’d chosen a spot that we frequented quite a bit when we lived in Castle Pines, but I hadn’t been there in the last 10 years or so. The river makes a huge oxbow bend away from the road, so we hiked on a nice path along the ridge around which the river bends. There is a campground and parking lot where the river meets the road again after making the large bend.

Jane Hangs on to Willows

I began fishing on the north side of the bend, but not too far from the farthest point away from the road. I tied on an olive woolly bugger with a black marabou tail and began working it in a nice deep riffle. I didn’t have any success, nor did I see any fish, so I moved upstream to an area where a large boulder protruded from the river. I spotted a fish hugging the bottom next to the boulder and worked the bugger past the fish numerous times to no avail. Since I could see the fish, there appeared to be no reaction to the woolly bugger. Meanwhile I thought I spotted a rise in the run above the rock where the river ran near the far bank. I quickly clipped off the streamer and tied on a dark olive body deer hair caddis. A second trout rose just below a small rock next to the bank. I began casting the caddis and on one of the drifts the fish rose and sipped the caddis. I set the hook and felt some weight for a split second before the fish flipped off the hook.

I continued throwing casts higher in the run next to the small rock, but I couldn’t entice a rise and assumed that the hook up had spooked the fish in the area. Around this time I spotted a couple of tiny mayflies on the surface and guessed these caused the few rises. I switched the caddis for a CDC BWO and drifted it through the area, but this also didn’t pay any dividends. Would they grab a tiny baetis nymph? Next I tied on a Chernobyl ant and trailed a small gold bead baetis nymph. I worked the area thoroughly, but eventually gave up and moved upstream. I used the Chernobyl and nymph to search some nice deep holes around large in-stream boulders and experienced one refusal to the Chernobyl just as it started to drag around a rock.

Oxbow Bend on South Platte River

I continued moving upstream to a very nice eddy at the south side of the oxbow bend. When the sun went behind a cloud I spotted several rises right where the eddy reached its furthest point and began flowing back upstream. I quickly clipped off the Chernobyl and nymph and tied the CDC BWO back on. I was certain that I’d catch this fish, but it didn’t happen. I continued fishing up through this area with several juicy eddies and sloughs next to the main current. Dan had hiked up from where he and Jane were sitting and chatting, and he watched my failed attempt at the riser. Next I moved up beyond the bend to a nice spot were a fallen tree provided a narrow window of cover. I probed this and once again saw no sign of a fish.

Nice Pool Before Current Hits Rock Wall

Looking Back at Rock Wall

It was now getting late in the afternoon and with the time change shadows were covering the southern half of the river. I quickly exited the river and hiked the north bank to a place where I could cross at a shallow riffle and then waded up the river to a high rock wall. Many years ago I’d fished to numerous rising fish here during a BWO hatch. Alas there were no rising fish on this visit. I made some nice drifts from above through the nice narrow pool just upstream of where the current ran against the rock wall with the CDC BWO and then switched back to the caddis to provide something a little larger in the absence of a specific hatch. None of these strategies worked so I decided to clip the caddis to my hook guide and head back to Jane and Dan and possibly give the bend spot another chance. Sure enough when I cast the caddis to the spot where I’d seen the fish rise several times in the eddy, a trout tipped up and sucked in my fly. Once again I raised my rod to set the hook and felt weight for a split second before the fish fell off. I let out a shriek of agony as I knew I’d just blown my best chance at avoiding a skunking. Jane and Dan asked what happened when I walked near their blanket, and I explained the near miss. I walked back to my initial scene of rising trout and tried some drifts there to no avail and then went further downstream and prospected some areas that looked encouraging with no success.

Dan and Jane's Comfy Setup

It was around 3:30 and the sun was setting behind the canyon walls, so I returned to Jane and Dan, and we hiked back to the car. It was a pleasant day for early November, and I had a bit of action even though I failed to land a fish.

Time: 12:00PM – 4:00PM

Location: .3 mile downstream from where Platte Trail meets river.

Fish Landed: Dave 14, Dan 7

South Platte River 10/10/2010 Photo Album

Jane wanted to go to the mountains either Saturday or Sunday. I suggested hiking in to Wildcat Canyon on Sunday and she agreed. I emailed Dan and told him of our plan and invited him to join us. He agreed to meet us at 8AM on Sunday morning.

Dave and Jane Along Platte Trail

We drove south through Colorado Springs and reached the trailhead at around 10AM where we organized all our gear and clothing and food and began the three mile hike on the Platte River Trail. We arrived at the junction with the river and then continued down the trail on the west bank for .3 miles to a nice clear area with a fire pit. We ate our lunches and then got into our waders and fishing vests and prepared to fish. The sun poked out occasionally, but for the most part it was overcast and the temperature probably never reached 60 degrees. Dan and I wore ski caps and two layers on top, and we were glad we did.

Dave and Dan along Trail

We hiked down the trail another .2 miles and then went perpendicular to the trail to the river. Dan began fishing with a Chernobyl ant and beadhead hares ear, while I tied on a caddis and began prospecting on top. In the first hour I landed five trout and Dan picked up three. I was prospecting the left side of the river with the caddis, and I was having luck in fairly shallow riffles near rocks and along the bank. Dan was catching his fish early on the beadhead hares ear.

After the initial flurry, the catch rate slowed. Dan picked up another fish on the Chernobyl and I continued casting the caddis and landed a couple more. When we had covered half the distance to the base camp where Jane was set up reading her Kindle, we reached a nice deep run and pool. It was around 2PM, and I was still anticipating a BWO hatch, so I put on a strike indicator, beadhead pheasant tail, and a small beaded baetis nymph. I ran this through the deep run and hooked up on a fish that leaped out of the water several times, but eventually released itself before I could count it. I continued drifting my nymphs through the run and caught and landed a nice rainbow, and Dan photographed the fish and me.

Dave Beams with His Catch

Dan seemed to be experiencing more tangles and was catching the trailing nymphs on sticks and rocks. I continued working the nymphs in the deeper runs and pockets and picked up another five fish within the hour. Quite a few came in one particularly nice deep riffle. At 3:30PM we were back at the base camp, and I returned to my pack to restock my fly patch with the small beaded baetis nymphs. Dan took off his waders and rubbed and warmed his feet. The clouds were getting thicker and the wind picked up a bit so Jane decided to begin hiking back to the car. Dan and I prepared to fish for another .5 hour in the beautiful pool directly across from our base camp.

Dan Reaches to Release His Trout

When we approached the pool, we observed numerous rises near a rock on the far side as well as in the midpoint of the pool. I decided to work with Dan to see if he could catch some fish on the surface. I stared closely at the water, but couldn’t see any obvious insects, so I elected to tie on a tiny size 22 CDC BWO that I’d tied during the winter. I told Dan it would be difficult to see, as it looked like a piece of gray lint. We decided to try for the fish in the mid-pool first, and Dan shot a nice cast four to five feet above the target area. He couldn’t see the fly and neither could I, but after a moment a fish rose about where we thought the fly was, and Dan set and hooked into a 9-11 inch fish. Apparently the BWO’s were beginning to emerge.

Nice Catch on CDC BWO

Next Dan targeted two fish rising along the far bank near a protruding rock. This was a difficult cast as there were faster currents between Dan and the fish that caused drag pretty quickly. After four or five casts the fish stopped rising, so we refocused on the midstream fish and some rises at the very top of the pool. Dan picked off another fish above the midpoint, then returned to the tough fish on the far side and managed to dupe the one that was second in line. I took a couple of photos of Dan landing and releasing this fish as it turned out to be larger than he anticipated.

Targeted Fish Were Near Foam Cake

Dan Surgically Removes Fly

As Dan was working to fluff the CDC wing, I spotted a rise in the run at the head of the pool, so suggested that Dan move above the mid-pool rock and give it a shot. As I was trying to describe where the fish rose, it revealed itself to Dan with another rise. Dan put a cast above the point of the rise, and right on cue the fish rose and sipped in the BWO. Dan had now landed four trout from the base camp pool on a tiny size 22 CDC BWO. I was quite pleased with his improving skills and success.

It was looking more and more like rain as the skies darkened, and it was now moving toward 4 o’clock. I suggested to Dan that we hike up the path to the next pool and look for rises. If we didn’t see any, we’d quit. The next pool was not as juicy as the base camp pool, but it looked like it could produce. The pool was on the left side of the river where the main current angled and fanned out in to some smooth water that was three to four feet deep. We observed for a bit, but saw no risers, so I suggested that Dan try prospecting the area with the CDC BWO. He made some nice casts and covered the area, but to no avail. Meanwhile I had tied on an olive deer hair caddis, so I took the left side and began prospecting. On the fifth or sixth cast just before I was going to suggest quitting, a brown tipped up and took the caddis. I landed my fourteenth fish of the day, and we both decided to pack up our gear and begin the three mile hike back to the car.

While we were hiking out, it began to rain, and we had to remove our backpacks and dig in for our raincoats. Jane was enjoying a nap when we reached her in the van at the trailhead.

Time: 10:00AM – 4:00PM

Location: First bend above Springer Gulch Campground

Fish Landed: 6

South Platte River 08/29/2010 Photo Album

After spending two weeks unpacking boxes and moving into our new home, I was very anxious to get out on a stream and flex my casting arm. Jane agreed that I needed to feel my rod bend, so I planned a fishing day for Sunday, August 29, Dan’s birthday. I researched the options carefully as the end of August and beginning of September are typically hot and dry and largely devoid of insect hatches. I narrowed the choices to the South Platte River in Eleven Mile Canyon and the Arkansas River. The professional reports on Eleven Mile sounded like the fishing was a bit more consistent there than the Arkansas River so I made that my destination.

Much Remaining to Be Unpacked

I made the 2.5 hour trip and arrived in the canyon in the catch and release area and was ready to fish by around 10AM. I chose a stretch I’d fished previously where the river fans out a bit resulting in attractive riffles and runs instead of the deep plunge pools that dominate other stretches. I parked in a pullout just beyond a bend that came after the turn off for the Springer Gulch Campground. I walked downstream along a path a bit until I encountered another fisherman, so I entered fifty yards above him. I began casting a yellow Letort hopper trailing a beadhead hares ear. I covered a short distance when a couple with two dogs approached from above and began tossing a ball for the dogs to chase. Fortunately I was along the far side and the dogs remained mostly on the bank.

Near My Beginning Point

I moved upstream closer to their position and in a nice riffle stretch landed a medium size brown on the hares ear nymph. I began noticing clusters of tricos in the air above the riffles, so decided to add a RS2 for a third fly on my setup. I covered a bunch of nice looking riffles and continued moving upstream. The couple with the dogs departed and I came upon a nice riffle area just downstream of where they had been. Here I landed a small brown on the tiny size 22 RS2. I also saw what appeared to be decent sized browns move toward my hopper but refuse. I cast to this area repeatedly with no success, but as I was doing so spotted another rise in the next riffle above where I was fishing. I placed some casts in that vicinity and on the fifth cast a nice thirteen inch brown rose and slammed my hopper.

First Trout on Sunday

It was now around 12:30 and additional fish were rising. I concluded that the tricos had fallen on the water and fish were tuned in to these small morsels. I searched through all my fly boxes in my front pack and found one nice trico in a small round plastic cylinder that contained mostly attractors that I’d tied for the Gunnison River trip three years ago. I decided to give this a try, but I didn’t have a good grip on the tiny fly and a gust of wind blew it out of my hands. I didn’t see it land and had to rethink my strategy.

Unique Blue Wildflower

I decided to eat lunch and search through my boxes in the van for additional tricos. After a twenty minute lunch, I was ready to return to action. I moved above where I’d finished the morning to some nice water where some logs had been angled into the stream for stream improvement. By this time, another couple had arrived with two dogs and was setting up lawn chairs by the edge of the stream with a pile of newspapers to read. I went back up to the road and circled around them and entered the stream twenty yards above right at the start of the angled timbers.

I had found two tricos in my boxes and placed them one of my main boxes in the front pack, but there was no evidence of tricos on the water anymore. I still had the hopper/BHHE/RS2 combination so began casting upstream along the left side. Much to my amazement in some fairly non-descript shallow water the hopper dipped and I set the hook and battled a beautiful 15 inch brown to the net. I photographed this fish so that I could prove to myself that it wasn’t a dream. The large brown had inhaled the beadhead hares ear.

Surprise 15 Inch Brown

I moved on up the stream and landed two more browns on the small RS2, one small and the other medium. By 1 PM I’d landed six trout and approached a large bend where I’d had fun casting to rising trout last fall. This area is just below a bridge, and the river splits around a small island and then bends to the straight stretch I’d just covered. I heard some voices and looked up to the road where I saw some young kids with inner tubes. Could they be floating the stretch I was fishing?

Tubers Floated This Area

That’s exactly what happened. Four tubers came crashing down the riffles right through my prime fishing destination. I skipped around the main stream to the small side channel than skirted the south side of the island. I picked up a couple refusals in this area, but that would be the extent of the action for the rest of the afternoon. I moved above the bridge to a long smooth pool and spotted one trout along the edge which quickly raced away when I put one cast into range. Toward the top of the long pool I spotted a huge rainbow tucked under a large clump of aquatic vegetation. Since nothing seemed to be happening on the surface, I spent an hour or so changing flies and trying to tempt the monster. As I was fishing, I spotted two other browns along the current seam further out, and they flashed to my offerings several times, but refused them every time.

A Large Rainbow Hid Just Off Edge of Weed Bed

Tough Section of Eleven Mile Canyon to Wade

I moved further upstream to a spot I’d caught fish in previously. Here again I could see two or three fish working and inspecting my fly but refusing. I spent quite a bit of time in this location as well before calling it a day. In the last place I put on a size 22 CDC BWO, but that didn’t bring any success. I fished from 1-4PM without catching any fish.

Time: 2:00PM – 4:00PM

Location: Pullout downstream from Nighthawk before big bend

Fish Landed: 1

South Platte River 06/06/2010 Photo Album

It was a very hot Sunday and Allen Gilbert had returned to Vermont and Wendy hadn’t yet arrived. I suggested to Jane that we head to the South Platte, and she could sit in her chair and read in the outdoors while I tested the water with flies. I checked the flows, and they were recently raised to 312.

We got a late start and arrived at the parking lot a mile or so below the Nighthawk turn off after noon and ate our lunches. After lunch I put on my fishing gear and hiked down the road a bit. There were campers, and picnickers, and kayakers and tubers everywhere. I fished back to the car and then went around a gentleman above the parking lot. The water was somewhat murky, but visibility to around 3 feet or so.

I fished upstream for another hour or so and finally managed to land a small brown in the area where a small narrow island is positioned close to the roadside bank.

Time: 11:00AM – 2:30PM

Location: Cheesman Canyon above Second Bend after Cow Crossing

Fish Landed: 0

South Platte River 04/11/2010 Photo Album

The forecast called for temperatures in the 70’s, so I decided to give the South Platte another chance. As I drove up Jarre Canyon towards the South Platte I noticed a significant amount of remaining snow on the hillsides and feared the river would be muddied by low elevation snow melt. When I reached the river below Nighthawk, my fears were realized. The river was flowing green-brown with minimal visibility.

I decided to drive to Deckers and check out the water above Horse Creek. Sure enough, Horse Creek was feeding turbid water into the main river, and the South Platte was crystal clear above the tributary. There were quite a few fishermen in the stretch above the bridge, so I decided to hike into Cheesman Canyon. I parked at the Wigwam parking area and put on my waders and hiked to the canyon holding my rod and lunch box.

I hiked in quite a ways to get above the many fishermen on the lower water. I finally stopped at a nice spot above the second 90 degree bend after Cow Crossing. I tied on a yellow Letort hopper and trailed a beadhead RS2 and then a brown bead midge larva. I noticed occasional midges fluttering over the water. I fished up the river in some nice juicy runs, but had no success and didn’t spot any fish. I got to some nice deep runs, so switched to a nymph set up with strike indicator and beadhead hares ear and beadhead RS2. This also didn’t bring any action, so I returned to a long rock next to the river and had my lunch.

While eating lunch at around 12:30 I observed a sparse emergence of BWO’s. I also hiked up the bank a bit for a high vantage point and thought I spotted a trout holding in a pool close to the opposite bank. After lunch I waded ¾ of the way across the pool to the far side where I’d seen the fish and ran my nymphs through the area, but no take. I continued working my way up the river for quite a distance switching between deep nymphs and hopper/dropper. Finally between 2 and 2:30 I spotted 5 to 6 fish holding in a nice pool near the left bank. I tied on a CDC olive and trailed a non-beadhead BWO nymph, but could not attract any of the observed fish.

Eventually I hooked a branch along the edge and disturbed the pool after dislodging the fly. I decided to call it quits since I had a long hike back out of the canyon and a drive back to Denver.

Time: 11:15AM – 2:30PM

Location: Whale Rock

Fish Landed: 3

South Platte River 03/28/2010 Photo Album

With temperatures finally forecast to reach 60 degrees, I decided to visit the South Platte River downstream from Deckers on Sunday. Jane agreed to accompany so we packed a lunch and left the house around 10AM. As we drove from Sedalia there was a lot more snow on the hills, and we were concerned about the condition of the steep Nighthawk Hill. When we turned on to the dirt road at Sprucewood, we could see it was packed dirt and mud, so we made the descent and turned right and parked at the Whale Rock parking lot.

It was still chilly when I began, so I had on a fleece top over my fishing shirt. I walked down the road beyond the parking lot then cut some footprints through the snow on the relatively steep bank and approached the river. The river was running at a nice flow, probably 200, and mostly clear with a tinge of color from the nearby snowmelt.

I rigged up with a strike indicator, split shot, San Juan worm and beadhead hares ear to start. I covered a fair amount of water with no action. I was constantly clearing moss from both the flies. But after 45 minutes of fishing, I caught two small browns in some 3 foot deep riffle sections. The first brown grabbed the San Juan worm and the second took the BHHE.

I continued working my way up along the roadside bank, but to no avail. I quit fishing at around 12:30 and climbed the bank and walked back to the car where I found Jane reading in her chair with her hood pulled up due to the wind. I ate my lunch and then decided to hike up the road beyond the next parking lot, and fish the rocky stretch that borders the road where I’ve had much success over the last several years. I knew there were fish in this area from past experience. Jane decided to drive the van to the next parking lot and read there.

I cut down the short steep bank to the river above a large boulder and fished the first deep run with the nymphs with no success. I moved up to the next pool/run and switched my flies to a Chernobyl ant trailing a BHHE. The next series of pools were shallower so I felt the dry/dropper could fish deep enough. I didn’t have any success in the next pool, but in the third pool, I caught a 9 inch brown on the BHHE. I continued working the remaining attractive water in this manner along the road and then around the bend and through a riffle stretch until the river came up close to the road again. I had no success in this area, although another fishermen and his young son came down this stretch with spinning rods, and this may have spooked the fish.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, so the likelihood of a hatch was remote. I spotted only occasional midges in the air. I was growing weary of the lack of action, so we called it quits at around 2:30 and returned to Denver.

Time: 10:00AM – 5:00PM

Location: Eleven Mile Canyon

South Platte River 07/09/2006 Photo Album

Dave Gaboury and I fished all day on the South Platte River in Eleven Mile Canyon in spite of heavy rains and flooding across Colorado during the previous two days. In fact, it rained off and on all day while we fished, and the precipitation was quite heavy at times. Despite these conditions the water was essentially clear most of the day, because the South Platte River is a tailwater from Eleven Mile dam in the area where we fly fished.

Typical Water

I managed to catch six small trout, and roughly half were rainbows and the other half browns, and they were caught on a hopper/dropper rig. At two times during the day, I fished at length to clusters of trout feeding on hatching mayflies. During the morning I spotted a pod of six trout rising regularly in a mid-stream pocket behind rocks. I suspected they were taking tricos, so I returned to the car and obtained my trico spinners, but I was unable to tempt any of the trout except for a very small rainbow.

Small Brown

During the afternoon after a short downpour which clouded up the water for a bit, I spotted three or four fish rising in a slack area along the far bank. I believe they were rising to BWO’s, but I was unable to connect with any of the visible fish.

Landed Fish: 6