Time: 11:00AM – 3:30PM
Location: Between Avon and Wolcott
Eagle River 10/13/2025 Photo Album
Monday, October 13, 2025 was Indigenous Peoples Day, and I decided to make it a day of fly fishing. What, you say? Why Indigenous Peoples Day and not Columbus Day? Indigenous Peoples Day is the official name of the holiday in Colorado, and I am a Coloradan. In addition, I believe that the culture and beliefs of Native Americans more closely align with my personal ideology. Native Americans were and remain stewards of the land and environment. They lived sustainably, before we even knew the meaning of the word. The Native Americans realized that the land, air, water and wildlife were what enabled them to carve out a living in the New World.
When I surveyed the prospects for Monday, weather was a significant concern. I set my sights on the Arkansas River, the South Platte River and the Eagle River. Weather forecasts for all three included high temperatures in the fifties and rainfall. The highs for the Arkansas River near Salida and the South Platte River in Eleven Mile Canyon were in the low fifties; whereas, the highs near Avon and Edwards were mid-fifties. The probabilities for rain were also higher in Salida and Lake George, so I decided to gamble on the Eagle River.
An uneventful drive allowed me to arrive at my chosen spot by 10:00AM, but the temperature was 48 degrees, the wind was blasting from the east, and rain was coating my windshield with moisture. I questioned my judgement for choosing to fish under such adverse conditions. I sat in the car with the engine and heat running, while I listened to sports talk and completed my favorite New York Times games. After fifteen minutes I forced myself to utilize the Port-a-let next the parking lot, and then I decided to face the elements and begin my day of fishing. I could always quit and return home.
By the time I layered up with my Brooks long sleeve shirt, fishing shirt, North Face light down parka, fleece hoodie, and raincoat along with my billed hat with earflaps, the rain stopped. I rigged my Sage R8 four weight and ambled along the road a short distance to the river. I followed a bike path downstream and then cut to the river near my exit point on my last Eagle River fishing outing.
I began my quest for trout with an amber ice dub body chubby Chernobyl, an olive perdigon, and a salvation nymph. This lineup has become my go to combination in recent fall fishing trips. Between eleven o’clock and 12:15PM I netted seven decent fish, and I was quite pleased with the action. Three of the seven were rainbows and four were browns. The salvation nymph was the favorite fly in the early session, with a few nabbing the olive perdigon. As was the case in recent visits to the Eagle River, I sought areas where the riverbed narrowed thus creating deeper runs, seams, pockets and riffles. Most of these locations also contained large exposed boulders which provided cover and protection for the cold water fish.
After lunch I continued with the dry/dropper; and, in fact, this approach was utilized for the remainder of my time on the river. Within fifteen minutes after lunch, a trout grabbed one of the nymphs and instantly ran beneath a branch that was wedged in front of an exposed rock. I waded upstream a bit to get above the snag, but the current was very fast and deep. I managed to position myself above the boulder, and I could leverage the branch up a bit with my wading staff, but the fast current pushing against the branch was stronger than my feeble efforts to counter it. I was in a precarious position, and not wishing to lose my footing, I applied direct pressure and broke off the valuable perdigon and the salvation.
This was my third lost salvation, so I replaced it with a PMD supernova. Later in the afternoon I also lost the supernova and replaced it with an ultra zug bug. By 12:30PM the sky cleared, and the weather improved immeasurably. and my good fortune continued. I boosted the fish count from seven at lunch to sixteen by the time I quit at 3:30PM. The quality of the fish throughout the day was outstanding. All but two fish were twelve inches or greater. Nine rainbows arrived in my net compared to seven brown trout. This ratio was different from my earlier experience on the Eagle, so I concluded that some portion of the brown trout population was in spawning mode.
The fish of the day was a seventeen inch brown trout that gobbled the olive perdigon. I cast to the middle of a featureless wide section, and the brown tugged the chubby under, and I was attached to a large fish. The brown relied mostly on a diving and rolling routine in its efforts to escape, but I was able to counter its best moves and coaxed it into my net. What an unexpected thrill! Why wasn’t this beast procreating?
Just before the brown trout confrontation, I connected with a fifteen inch pink striped rainbow. As is the custom with wild rainbows, it incorporated hot streaks in its escape effort, but once again my four weight possessed enough backbone to bring it to the net. Besides these highlights, most of the fish were in the thirteen to fourteen inch slot, and they were all wild and fresh in the cold autumn flows of the Eagle River.
My most effective techniques were swings at the end of drifts on across and down casts and lifts at the end of a drift before the river spilled over or around a rock. Dead drifting was also a winning approach, and one nice rainbow smacked the chubby Chernobyl on a directly upstream cast and drift.
On Monday, October 13 persistence paid off. I outlasted the rain and wind and cold, and I was rewarded with a very satisfying day of fly fishing. Sixteen trout in the middle of October is outstanding, and the quality of the fish was exceptional. I was warm throughout the day, and I was even too warm toward the end of my time on the river. The Eagle River has been a top producer in 2025, and I may try to visit the freestone river again in 2025.
Fish Landed: 16

Upstream Beauty
Typical Productive Spot
Getting Larger
Look at Those Colors
Along the Rocks on the Bank
Loving the Submersion
More Opportunity
Fat One
Wild Mint
Big Head Todd
Look at the Length and Girth
Back to Chubby Rainbows
Lavender Stripe