South Boulder Creek – 08/28/2024

Time: 11:00AM – 4:00PM

Location: Below Gross Reservoir

South Boulder Creek 08/28/2024 Photo Album

With Labor Day weekend and a trip to Hilton Head Island in my near future, I was facing perhaps my last fly fishing outing until the second week of September. I checked the flows on my home waters, South Boulder Creek, and the water managers cranked down the valve to 100 CFS. It was 122 CFS during my last visit to the tailwater below Gross Reservoir, and that level dictated extreme caution when wading with only a few viable crossing points. The combination of lower flows and the prospect of the presence of green drakes clinched my decision. I made the trip to the Walker Ranch Loop trailhead for a day of fly fishing.

The temperature at the parking lot, when I arrived, was 74 degrees, and I suspect that the reading reached eighty degrees, by the time I hiked out of the canyon at 4PM. I chose my Loomis two piece five weight for my casting tool. Somehow I strained my neck while camping over the weekend, and I felt like the short rod would provide less strain to the neck area, when I lifted the line to make a cast. Also, I planned to toss a double dry fly, and the slow action Loomis is well suited to that task.

Corner Pocket Was Productive

By the time I hiked down the trail to my chosen fishing spot, it was 11:00AM. I selected a peacock hippie stomper from my MFC fly box, and then I added a parachute green drake on a twelve inch dropper. It was slow going initially, as I prospected some very attractive pools and pockets with nary a look, but I persisted with the double dries, and eventually I was rewarded for my patience. In the 1.5 hours before lunch, I landed ten trout, and this included a couple very respectable brown trout and rainbow trout. Initially my best results came from pockets and runs along the edge of the creek, but as time passed, the fish in the larger and more obvious locations began to respond as well.

Plump Rainbow

Early Brown Trout

There was very little strategy on Wednesday, August 28. I fished the double dry consisting of the stomper and paradrake for the entire time, until I stopped at my favorite pool, but more on that later. The parachute green drake was the more productive of the two flies, and I estimate that the catch ratio was 70% paradrake and 30% hippie stomper. The desirable pair of flies in the eyes of the trout accounted for forty fish on the afternoon. The flies were not perfect, as an abundant quantity of refusals and rejecting looks were a significant part of the story.

Photographed Purely for the Color

Along the Rock

Between 12:30PM and 2:30PM, however, the fish were definitely tuned into the green drake. I spotted a handful between 1PM and 2PM, but they were not available to trout in great abundance, I attributed much of my success to trout having long memories for western green drakes.

Long for These Waters

What sort of water was the most productive? Deep slots and potholes around exposed boulders produced some surprisingly nice fish. Also, the lip of pockets and runs, where the water began to accelerate and sluice over the lip was another favorite. On several occasions I gave up on the drift and made a lift just prior to the fly racing over the lip, and I found myself attached to a fish. This always amazes me.

Ooh La La Pool

Brown Trout Perfection

By 3:30PM I decided to call it a day, however, on my return hike I could not resist the temptation to make a few casts to my favorite pool. Upon my arrival I lobbed ten casts with the double dry, but these selective fish were having none of it. While I observed, a flurry of rises commenced, but their target was so small that I was unable to determine the preferred food item. I began to cycle through fly changes, and I replaced the parachute green drake with a size 18 deer hair caddis. It became apparent that caddis was not the answer. Next I knotted a Jake’s gulp beetle as the trailing fly, and it was equally ignored. Finally in frustration I stretched my net seine across the mouth, and I held it in the current for three minutes. When I examined the contents of the seine, I noticed some nymph casings and a crippled mayfly with a dark olive body. I concluded that the fish were responding to a blue wing olive hatch, and judging from their aggressive feeding, I guessed emergers. I replaced the beetle with a soft hackle emerger, and I dabbed the body with floatant to fish in the surface film. This generated a couple looks, but no action. Next I replaced the soft hackle emerger with a CDC blue wing olive, and once again the fish ate naturals in close proximity to my fly. I finally threw in the towel and moved on.

Tucked Under Branches

The prevalent size of trout on the day was eight to nine inches, but I was pleased to land five trout in the twelve to thirteen inch range. Two browns and one rainbow stretched to the upper limit of the size range. The weather was ideal, and the flows were reduced more to my liking, and green drakes were favored by the wild trout. I could not have asked for a more enjoyable fly fishing outing.

Fish Landed: 40

South Boulder Creek – 08/26/2024

Time: 11:00AM – 3:00PM

Location: Between East Portal and Rollinsville

South Boulder Creek 08/26/2024 Photo Album

Jane and I reserved a campsite at Kelly Dahl campground from Sunday, August 25 through Tuesday August 27. We invited a group of friends to join us, and six agreed to camp along with three who planned to make a day trip on Monday, August 26. Two of the six who committed to overnight camping had to withdraw due to a family medical issue, so four of us arrived on Sunday and set up camp at sites 23 and 24. We scrambled to assemble the canopy and tents, before rain commenced on Sunday, and we were all thankful for the canopy cover that made dinner and evening card games comfortable.

Canopy Ready for Rain

Most of the group planned to complete a hike at the East Portal on Monday, but I tossed out the idea of fly fishing. Our friends, Howie and Sandie, decided to accompany me on the fly fishing venture. The only decent option within close driving distance of Kelly Dahl was South Boulder Creek between the East Portal and Rollinsville. I fished this section of South Boulder Creek a few years ago, so I decided to give it another trial. I had low expectations, but I hoped that Sandie and Howie could experience catching a few wild trout from the small stream.

We arrived at an obvious public stretch of the rapidly flowing creek by 10:30AM, and we were positioned on the stream casting by 11:00AM. Howie and Sandie decided to share a rod and alternate, and they were prepared before me, so they cut down to the creek first. Howie began with a Charlie Boy hopper and a beadhead pheasant tail nymph.

For the start of my day I bet on a tan size 8 pool toy hopper and a salvation nymph. I ambled along the creek for fifteen yards, before I slid down the bank and crossed the creek.   I began working up along the opposite bank, and I managed a small eight inch brown trout in the early going along with a couple browns below the six inch cut off that I require in order to count.

Fast Water Ruled

After the early success, I endured a fairly lengthy dry spell with quite a few refusals to the pool toy hopper. The nymph was totally ignored, so I added a 20 incher below the salvation to generate deeper drifts. The creek was tumbling along quite rapidly due to high gradient and flows that I suspect were above average for the last two weeks of August. My deep nymph strategy was rejected completely by the resident fish, so I crossed back to the road side of the creek,

I decided to look for Howie and Sandie to suggest that they try a different approach, but they were not in sight. I walked down a nice path that followed the top of the bank in an eastward direction, and eventually I found them. I rounded them up, and we moved back upstream beyond the parking lot that contained many worn paths and that screamed heavy fishing pressure. For the remainder of the afternoon we progressed upstream along the left bank and alternated among the three of us. I switched to a peacock hippie stomper and a size 14 light gray caddis, while Sandie and Howie utilized a Chernobyl ant and a size 16 parachute Adams.

During this time frame Howie had a slap at the trailing Adams, but he never saw it. On one other occasion, however, he spotted the take and set the hook and momentarily felt the weight of a brown trout. Unfortunately it quickly popped free and swam to freedom.

Best Fish of the Day

During my turns I tended to claim the places that looked fishy, but required superior casting skills. This entailed quite a few casts across the main center current to slower moving shelf pools. I executed mends and reach casts to counter the drag of the main current on my fly line. In a few cases my mend caused the double flies to skip or jump, and the fish responded with a refusal or look.

Same Fish Extended

I did manage to hook and land three browns during my turns. All of these trout consumed the deer hair caddis, and they were all in the eight to ten inch range. By 2:30PM some dark rain clouds slid across the sky and settled above us. I was wearing my raincoat for warmth, and it was a fortunate choice, as we paused for ten minutes under a cluster of large evergreen trees, as the skies opened with a curtain of rain. After the precipitation ended, we resumed for a short while, but I could sense that the troops were ready to head back to the campground for an early start to happy hour.

We called it quits, but left our waders on, as we drove another five miles to the East Portal. Another angler stopped to chat with us, as we fished along the creek, and he informed us that he fished near the East Portal with decent success on dry flies. One of the spots he mentioned was by some large rock piles. We found the rock piles before arriving at the East Portal parking lot, so I parked and crossed two sets of railroad tracks to have a look at the creek. It was interesting and perhaps worth a future try. The gradient appeared to be a bit less steep, but there was more tight vegetation along the banks to thwart efforts to move upstream.

My fish count was below average, but that was attributable to sharing the stream with Howie and Sandie. My expectations were low, but the high gradient limited the number of fish holding lies, and it represented quite challenging conditions for two fairly novice fly anglers. The combination of high gradient topography and small fish make South Boulder Creek in this area a marginal destination choice in my opinion.

Fish Landed: 5

South Boulder Creek – 08/23/2024

Time: 10:30AM – 3:30PM

Location: Below Gross Reservoir

South Boulder Creek 08/23/2024 Photo Album

After three straight days of fly fishing early in the week, I took a break on Wednesday and Thursday, but by Friday I was eager to resume my August blitz. My trip on 08/16/2024 to South Boulder Creek was quite successful, and I was very anxious for a return visit. I was fairly certain the green drakes were still active, and I attempt to take full advantage of this once a year occurrence. The continuing heat wave in Colorado was another reason to seek out the cold water releases from Gross Reservoir.

Five or six cars preceded me to the Walker Ranch Loop trailhead, and I prepared for a day on the creek with my Loomis two piece five weight. Slow action, short length, and fast assemblage played into my choice. The temperature was 66 degrees, as I began my hike down the Walker Ranch Loop trail. On my way to my chosen starting point I passed a pair of anglers “practicing” in a spot, where I needed to wade in order to make farther progress. I excused myself, and we exchanged intentions, and they informed me that they planned to move downstream as well.

Early Success

By 10:30AM I arrived at my planned starting point, and I configured my line with a parachute green drake size 14. During my previous visit, I landed all my fish on this style of green drake, and I was hoping for a repeat engagement. Within the first five minutes I landed a small seven inch brown trout that rose and sipped the paradrake in a narrow band of slow moving water directly above my casting position. This event instilled a bit of optimism in my outlook, but then the trout decided to teach me a lesson, as they ignored my casts for a short period. I was spoiled from my earlier trip, and I quickly lost patience, so I modified my approach and added an olive ice dub body hippie stomper as the forward fly followed by the parachute drake.

Small Hidden Pool Produced

The stomper/paradrake combination initiated a frustrating run of refusals and very brief hookups. I counted five in a row. Among them was a fish that slipped free, and the pent up energy in the rod whipped the flies into a tree limb high above me. One can imagine my anger. I flicked the rod away from the flies, and this impulsive but dangerous action, resulted in snapping off two flies. I paused to replace them, but when I was done, I thought I spotted the white wing of the hippie stomper in a dead branch. I moved to the base of the cluster of tree limbs, and I was able to bend the branch down to retrieve my flies. There was, however, a slight problem. The white wing was, in fact, a small dense cobweb! I felt pretty ridiculous, but I gazed back at the next limb that was higher up, and I surmised that I might be able to bend that one down to a recoverable level as well. I did so, and what do you think I found? No, not another cobweb, but the two connected flies. I stuffed them back in their proper resting places in my fly boxes.

Delicate Wildflowers

By noon the fish count rested on a meager total of four, and I was beginning to question my decision to fly fish on South Boulder Creek. The two anglers that I encountered on my hike in appeared, and they proceeded to move below me, but by noon they were within sight. I decided to forsake the section that occupied my morning and move upstream, but when I advanced forty yards, I spotted another young fisherman working on his line in another spot that I needed to wade through. Once again I excused myself and quietly passed by. In retrospect the morning section of the creek was narrow, and the 122 CFS flows created only a few truly promising lies for trout.

Just a Nice Brown Trout

I moved above the angler that I just passed and found a place, where I could battle through some dense branches to regain access to the creek a fair distance above the other fisherman. In this area the stream spread out more, and this offered more side channels and pockets of moderate current velocity and moderate depth. These were the characteristics that attract trout. I progressed upstream through this section from noon until 2:30PM, and I moved the fish count from four to twenty-four. Yes, the catch rate improved dramatically. The hippie stomper and parachute hopper remained in place during the early going, and the flies delivered positive results, but refusals and tentative bites resulting in quick long distance releases plagued my fly fishing outlook. I decided to rotate through other green drakes styles. First I tested a Harrop hair wing green drake, and it provided a fish or two, before it broke off, as I played and released a rainbow trout that crushed the leading stomper. The hair wing was not doing much, so I opted for a size 14 green drake comparadun with a large fan hairwing.

Center Stream Pocket

The stomper/comparadun combination remained on my line until 2:30PM, and the comparadun accounted for roughly 60% of the landed fish with the hippie stomper delivering the remainder. By 2:30PM the sky darkened, and I heard distant rumbling, so I retreated to the shoreline and pulled on my rain shell. I completed this move in the nick of time, as the spigot got turned on, and drenching showers ruled the canyon environment. I backed into a small space beneath a dense evergreen and waited for the curtain of rain to end. A couple times the rain paused, and I stepped back to the creek only to be scared back to my sheltered enclave by thunder and lightning. Finally the western sky got brighter, and I spotted a glimmer of blue, but dense gray clouds predominated above. It was at this time that I observed two flashes with almost instantaneous loud rumbling, and this suggested that the lightning was in close proximity. I snugged back against a rock wall and impatiently awaited the end of the lightning and thunder.

One of Several Nice Rainbow Trout

Finally the thunder became distant, and blue sky ruled above me, so I resumed fly fishing. The temperature plunged during the storm, and I was quite pleased to have my raincoat for additional warmth. I was relatively close to two very attractive pools, so I progressed directly to them. At the first one I executed some long casts across the main current to the shelf pool along the far bank. and a brown trout dashed to the surface and grabbed the comparadun. At the next pool I could see fish finning at the tail and in the right side pool. For the most part they were immune to my efforts to hook them, but one overly aggressive brown snatched the hippie stomper.

The Ribbon of Water Along the Rocks Was Targeted

As I looked on, quite a few fish began to slash the surface, but the object of their actions must have been small, because I was unable to determine the food source. I cycled through the usual suspects which included a CDC blue wing olive, a size 16 light gray comparadun, a size 16 cinnamon comparadun, and a size 18 parachute black fur ant. Finally the ant duped a brown trout to bring my total to twenty-seven. I seined the water with my net seine, but all I could collect were some empty nymph husks. I tried a Craven PMD emerger pattern, but that was not the answer. In a last ditch effort to match the hatch, I removed the double dries and tested a size 20 CDC blue wing olive with a fairly large and fluffy wing. Nothing. As this hatch matching escapade evolved the water became quite tinged with sediment, but the trout seemed to ignore the turbidity, as they continued to feed.

I surrendered to the pool and thanked South Boulder Creek for a twenty-seven fish day and completed the hike back to the parking lot. As I strolled along the trail, the sun reappeared and warmed the atmosphere and this weary angler, and the clarity of the creek improved dramatically. Apparently the slug of run off moved fairly quickly through the narrow canyon. My goal of meeting the green drake hatch was achieved, although the fly fishing was not the free and easy experience of August 16. Friday was a great example of why I carry five different western green drake patterns. The quality of the fish was decent, as I landed a couple thirteen inch rainbows and several healthy twelve inch brown trout. The fish of South Boulder Creek are all wild, and they show off their vivid colors and patterns quite well. Will I register another South Boulder Creek green drake day? it is getting late, but stay tuned.

Fish Landed: 27

Beaver Creek – 08/20/2024

Time: 10:30AM – 3:20PM

Location: National forest land

Beaver Creek 08/20/2024 Photo Album

Note: In order to protect small high country streams, I have chosen to change the name for a few. This particular creek happens to be one of them. Excessive exposure could lead to crowding and lower fish densities.

For my third consecutive day of fly fishing I chose a mountain stream that I have grown to love. I expected an excellent day, but fly fishing is always full of surprises.

Very Clear

Nice Early Chernobyl Ant Eater

I arrived at a small parking lot near the trailhead and quickly prepared to fish with my Sage R8 four weight selected as the fly rod of choice. The temperature was 66 degrees, and I chose to wear my waders, which was a big mistake. I hiked a reasonable distance and found myself next to the stream ready to cast by 10:30AM. I began with a hippie stomper solo, but it failed to generate interest, so I switched to a dry/dropper approach. I knotted a classic Chernobyl ant to my line and followed it with a beadhead hares ear nymph. These flies remained on my line until lunch, and I managed to land three decent brown trout including a fat thirteen inch bruiser that represented the best fish of the day. All three of the morning trout crushed the Chernobyl ant. The nymphs, which included a prince, where ignored and only served to be a nuisance, when they wrapped around the top fly while landing the fish.

Promising Area

Welcome to My Net

The remainder of the day was mostly an exercise in frustration. I progressed upstream through absolutely stunning water and scenery, and I managed to boost the fish count from three to nine. I covered over a mile of stream, and the afternoon featured an abundant quantity of fruitless casts. Since the nymphs were ignored, I cycled through a large number of double dry fly combinations. The hippie stomper was central to most of this time period and included a long period with a purple body stomper. The end position included a beige mini chubby, an olive stimulator, a size 14 olive body deer hair caddis, and a parachute green drake. At one point I reattached the Chernobyl ant in the end position, since it produced three fish in the morning, and it actually accounted for another decent twelve inch brown trout. The six landed fish were spread across a wide mix of the flies listed, as none seemed to be a consistent fish magnet except for the Chernobyl ant.

Who Designed This Pool?

Sole Rainbow on the Day

The deep clear pools were unproductive, and most of the afternoon fish materialized from runs along the bank or large exposed boulders. A few popped up from moderate riffles to eat, and the very lip of a few pools relinquished fish that grabbed one of the dries, just as they were about to accelerate. In fairness I also experienced around six temporary hookups and a couple foul hooked fish that refused the top fly and got snagged by the trailing fly as a result of my belated hook set.

What a Pool

The sky was cloudless and the sun beat down relentlessly. When I returned to the car after a sweaty hike, the temperature registered 90 degrees. Apparently both the angler and fish were in a heat induced torpor on August 20, 2024. For this reason, I am not writing off Beaver Creek. I will return once again, when the weather cools in September or October.

Fish Landed: 9

Cascade Creek – 08/19/2024

Time: 10:30AM – 4:00PM

Location: National forest land

Cascade Creek 08/19/2024 Photo Album

Note: In order to protect small high country streams, I have chosen to change the name for a few. This particular creek happens to be one of them. Excessive exposure could lead to crowding and lower fish densities.

Early Fish

If you had asked me at 2PM for my assessment of this creek, I would have said meh. Between 2PM and 4PM my opinion changed dramatically. I am getting ahead of myself.

Surprised by This Brook Trout

Several weeks ago my wife, Jane, and I completed an eight mile out and back hike along this mountain stream. The water was gorgeous, but I never spotted a fish. I was very intrigued to give it a trial, so that brings me to Monday, August 19, 2024. I arrived at the trailhead parking lot at 9:30, and I chose my Sage R8 four weight for the day’s action. The air temperature was 64 degrees, but by the afternoon I am certain that it spiked in the upper seventies. Hiking in waders was a toasty proposition. The weather throughout my stay on the creek was clear skies with minimal cloud cover.

My Garmin watch stopped functioning on Sunday, so I only had my Garmin Inreach Mini to go by for time. I targeted a one mile entry hike and approximated this to be twenty-five minutes, so I arrived at my starting point and began fly fishing at 10:30AM.

Tasty Meal for Rainbow

Lots of Length

I extended my leader with a section of 5X and attached a size 8 tan pool toy hopper. For a dropper I added a prince nymph. I tested this combination for fifteen minutes with no interest from the trout, so I made an adjustment. I replaced the prince with a weighted 20 incher and then added a beadhead hares ear. The entire dropper from pool toy to hares ear was in excess of four feet. The modification paid off, as I landed a twelve inch brown trout and a similar rainbow along with a smaller brown, before I paused for lunch. All three fish nailed one of the nymphs.Home of Pool Toy Hopper Eating Rainbow

After lunch I resumed prospecting with the dry/dropper. I drifted the flies along a long, narrow band of slow moving water along a vertical rock wall, and suddenly a large mouth engulfed the hopper. I was connected with a muscular slab of a rainbow, and I was able to guide it into my net. Unfortunately , I remained mired on four trout for an extended time, and repeated refusals to the hopper made me second guess the value of the nymphs.

What a Trout Lair

Slab of Speckles

I modified my approach to a double dry with an olive ice dub hippie stomper and a light olive stimulator. These flies enabled me to raise the count to eight, as the stomper and stimulator both produced. These fish were mostly rainbows in the ten to eleven inch size range. Another dry spell forced a reevaluation, and I cycled through a few different trailing dries including a parachute green drake and a size 14 olive body deer hair caddis. The green drake and stomper added a pair of trout to the fish count to reach ten, and at that point I endured a long spell with no landed fish. I was stuck on ten.

Fighter

The sky was bright blue, and the sun was beating down, and I momentarily lost confidence. At this point I judged Cascade Creek as mediocre with low trout density and not a likely future destination. Meh, as I stated in the opening sentence.

Mini Chubby Got the Job Done

I pondered the situation, and I was about to experiment with a parachute hopper, when I spotted a pair of beige body mini chubbies in my fly box that I tied during the winter for situations, where I needed a smaller foam fly than the size eight hoppers and Chernobyls that I typically utilize. I attached the single wing chubby eighteen inches behind the hippie stomper, and I began to prospect the pair. Suddenly the creek came alive with chunky trout that attacked the mini chubby and to a lesser degree the stomper. I was shocked by the fortuitous change in my angling fortunes.

Foam Is Home Held True

Bruiser Brown Trout

I made fairly long casts to deep troughs and slots and current seams, and quality trout aggressively rose to smash the foam flies. All the fish landed in the 2PM to 4PM time frame were easily in the twelve to sixteen inch size range. I had a blast and reevaluated my rating of Cascade Creek.

Spots Galore

Typical Productive Water

Did the improved action result from the fly change, my deeper penetration away from the parking lot, or the improved quality of stream structure? I will never know for certain, but I hope to test the variables with a return visit in the near future.

Fish Landed: 19

Lake Creek – 08/18/2024

Time: 11:00AM – 4:00PM

Location: National forest land

Lake Creek 08/18/2024 Photo Album

Note: In order to protect small high country streams, I have chosen to change the name for a few. This particular creek happens to be one of them. Excessive exposure could lead to crowding and lower fish densities.

Low and Clear

I arrived at the trailhead parking lot on Sunday, August 18, 2024, and a couple was preparing to fish. I asked how far they expected to hike, and they responded “about two miles”. They inquired about my intentions, and I replied one mile, so I concluded we had decent separation. The temperature was 66 degrees at the car, but by the afternoon, the thermometer spiked to 80 degrees. I chose my Loomis two piece five weight, because I love the slow action for casting dries, the shorter length for the tight quarters of small streams, and the simplicity of fitting together two sections.

Early Fish

When I arrived at the edge of the creek, I extended my leader with a section of 5X, and I knotted a peacock hippie stomper to my line. I prospected the stomper for twenty minutes with no response, before I added a salvation nymph on a 2.5 foot dropper. The fish continued their obstinance, until I took my lunch break at noon. I covered some very attractive pools, pockets, and runs, and one refusal from a small fish was my only action. What was going on?

Nice Little Package

During lunch a green drake perched on a rock next to me, and I almost dumped my sandwich in an effort to snap a photo. Of course, it flew away, before I could ready the camera. After lunch I decided to go deep with a dry/dropper approach. I was not seeing looks or refusals to the surface fly, so I theorized the fish were hugging bottom in the deep and attractive pools. The flows were quite strong for mid-August probably resulting from the recent spike in rain in the area. I opted for a tan pool toy hopper, prince nymph, and hares ear nymph, and the ploy paid dividends, when I netted one small brown trout on the prince and two on the hares ear. These were unimpressive fish barely over six inches, but at this stage I was pleased with any action.

Nice Little Seam Along Main Current

The initial outburst of nymph response ended, and a lull ensued, so I made yet another change. After spotting a solitary green drake at lunch, I tried a parachute green drake. It attracted attention, but only one twelve inch brown closed the deal and ate it. I added a size 16 olive body deer hair caddis on a double dry configuration, and the caddis duped a couple browns from obscure lies next to the bank.

Love the Dark Shadows

Again futility ruled, so I cycled through more change. I replaced the caddis with a user friendly green drake, but the double green drake combo never clicked. Finally in desperation I added a size 14 olive-green stimulator as the second fly behind the parachute green drake. This move finally paid off with a bit more consistency, and I boosted the fish count from six to twelve. The trout grabbed both flies, but the stimulator seemed to be preferred.

Coiled

At some point the hackle on the parachute became shredded, so I shifted to a double dry including an olive stimulator as the first fly and a Harrop hair-wing green drake as the trailer. This final combination yielded four additional trout, until an abraded knot caused me to lose both flies. I replaced them with a size 14 gray stimulator, but I only tossed it for fifteen minutes, until my watch displayed 4PM, so I quit and hiked back to the parking lot.

A Trout Emerged from Beneath the Bank

Sixteen fish sounds decent, but it was a tough day on Lake Creek. I executed numerous fly changes and waded a decent distance. Four brown trout in the eleven to twelve inch range were the best, with all the remainder in the six to nine inch length. The obvious attractive pools failed to yield fish. My best locales were moderate depth riffles and obscure lies tight to rocks or the bank. I hooked a couple fish that may have been larger, but they succeeded in evading the hook rather quickly. I will likely not return to Lake Creek in 2024, as better options exist.

Fish Landed: 16

South Boulder Creek – 08/16/2024

Time: 11:00AM – 2:45PM

Location: Below Gross Reservoir

South Boulder Creek 08/16/2024 Photo Album

My most recent day on South Boulder Creek, 08/07/2024, was successful; but it did not satisfy my ongoing need for fishing to the western green drake hatch. After returning from our camping trip to the Taylor River, I checked the flows on South Boulder Creek, and initially they were reduced to 127 CFS. I had an open date on Friday, 08/16/2024, and I kept watch on the weather, flows and wildfire status; and fortunately everything aligned for a day trip. The flows bumped slightly to 133 CFS on Thursday, but this was not enough to deter me from my anxiously anticipated trip.

The temperature was a toasty upper seventies, when I arrived at the Walker Ranch Trailhead Loop. I quickly gathered my gear and fit together my two piece Loomis five weight, and I assured myself that I was in possession of my green drake fly box. Yes, I have a fly box that is almost entirely filled with five versions of western green drake dry flies.

First of Several Parachute Green Drakes

Early Honey Hole

By 11:00AM I was stationed in South Boulder Creek. I decided to go directly to a parachute green drake, and I was rewarded in the first fifteen minutes with four trout, and the quartet included a gorgeous thirteen inch brown trout with dark black ink spots. I was cautiously optimistic that my goal of fishing to green drakes was on the path to fulfillment. I continued advancing upstream, and by the time I broke for lunch, the fish count rose to ten. The one hour of fishing was rather action packed; however, it was not without its share of refusals and fishing to attractive spots with no action. After seven fish the olive grizzly hackle on the parachute fly got shredded, so I switched to another matched copy to continue my day.

South Boulder Creek Bruiser

While eating lunch I observed several natural western green drakes, as they floated slowly upward from the stream surface. I was encouraged by this sighting, as I knew this translated to fish eagerly searching for the large food items. Between 12:15PM and 2:45PM a scenario similar to the morning evolved on South Boulder Creek. I moved steadily upstream and tossed casts to all the likely locations, and quite often a fish responded. A sure sign that my fly was a solid imitation was how aggressively the fish inhaled it. I needed the assistance of my hemostat to remove quite a few flies, but I feel fairly certain that the fish were released unharmed. Ironically obvious deep pools were not as productive as some very marginal spots characterized by small pockets and moderate riffles near submerged boulders. I popped casts to any likely spot, and quite often I was surprised by the results.

Perfect Water for Green Drake Prospecting

Rainbows Also Love Green Drakes

By 2:15PM the pace of the action slowed, and refusals began to dominate the scene. The fish count rested in the upper thirties, so I decided to experiment with other versions of western green drakes. First a size 14 green drake comparadun went on my line. The fly looked very similar to the naturals with its large spread out deer hair wing, but it produced no fish. I returned to a new parachute green drake, and it nudged the fish count upward, but refusals began to outweigh takes. I managed to coax some takes by twitching the fly during across and downstream drifts, and apparently the motion imitated the naturals attempting to take off. Eventually even this tactic failed to produce, and fish were looking at the fly but not committing.

Pretty Green Drake Eater

I spotted a few pale morning duns, so I speculated that the fish’s selectivity shifted to PMD’s, so I replaced the green drake with a peacock hippie stomper and trailed a light gray size 16 comparadun. The hippie stomper and comparadun were primarily drawing looks with no takes. In a final effort to shift the momentum back in my favor, I switched to a user friendly green drake that trailed a cinnamon comparadun. Neither of these flies clicked, so I clipped my flies to the rod guide at 2:45PM and began the return hike which included the one mile uphill struggle at the end. This was my third trip to South Boulder Creek, and it was the first, where my exit hike took place during clear skies and direct sunlight. It was hot.

Splendid Shelf Pool

So Many Speckles on This Rainbow

I landed forty trout, and every fish ate a parachute green drake. There was a period after lunch when the action could only be described as torrid. It seemed as though it did not matter where I tossed the fly, and a fish would crush the low floating paradrake. My goal was to meet a green drake hatch in 2024, and Friday’s fly fishing realized my objective. I am not certain another opportunity to fish green drakes on South Boulder Creek will arrive, but I will restock my green drake fly box just in case.

Fish Landed: 40

 

Taylor River – 08/13/2024

Time: 1:00PM – 3:00PM, 4:30PM – 5:45PM

Location: Between Lodgepole CG and Lottis Creek CG

Taylor River 08/13/2024 Photo Album

I removed my raincoat for the two mile trek from Lottis Creek to Lodgepole, but I still perspired. By the time I sat on a rock to eat lunch, the sun appeared, and the temperature was delightful and in the upper sixties. I planned to cross the river near my lunch spot, as historically the north bank fished better than the roadside with more and bigger fish. I chose a line that I deemed doable, but after three steps, I thought better of the attempt. The current was swift, and the distance to the opposite shore was intimidating, and I am seventy-three years old. For once, I exercised my better judgement.

I decided to focus my fishing on the south bank upstream from my abandoned crossing point under the theory that the water near the campground gets pounded by the campers. After two hours of frustrating fishing, I discovered that the less pressured section along the south bank remains that way for a reason. There are very few attractive fish holding spots. I skipped around many fast riffles, where the current ran tight up against the bank. I managed to land three brown trout. The first was a respectable chunky twelve inch fish that snatched a pheasant tail nymph. I began my quest for Taylor River fish with an amber ice dub chubby Chernobyl, a 20 incher and a beadhead pheasant tail. The 20 incher was there for depth, and the pheasant tail was a response to a pale morning dun sighting.

Afternoon Best

The dry/dropper stopped producing, and a few sporadic rises appeared among a brief flurry of PMD emergences, so I switched to a double dry featuring the reliable peacock hippie stomper trailing a light gray size 16 comparadun. Frustration reigned. Both flies provoked refusals or in a few cases foul hooked fish, as the trailing fly penetrated the fish after a snub of the first fly. Clearly the fish were eating something. Could body color be the difference? I exchanged the light gray for the same size in cinnamon. Finally two small browns ate my flies. One gulped the stomper, and the other sipped the PMD.

Very Attractive Pool

It was approaching 3PM, and the western sky darkened, so I paused my day and hiked back to the campground. I gave some thought to driving to Spring Creek to salvage the day, but those thoughts were drowned by a deluge of showers. Jane was in the car staying dry, so I jumped in the drivers’ seat, and we watched waves of water cascade down the windshield.

Evening Action

Shelf Pool Bonanza

Finally we decided to drive the five miles to the Taylor Reservoir Overlook, where cell phone service was available. Eventually the sky brightened, and I completed Connections and the Mini, so we retreated to the campground. I remained in my waders, so I geared up and crossed the highway to to the south shoreline section near the campground. I swapped the comparadun for a size 16 light gray deer hair caddis, and I methodically forged a path up the river while prospecting likely spots. In 1.25 hours I landed six additional trout including a pair of decent twelve inch battlers. I also momentarily hooked what felt like a bigger fish, but it broke off the caddis. This late afternoon session salvaged my day, and I returned to the campground in better spirits.

Fish Landed: 9

Rain Yields Mushrooms

Lottis Creek – 08/13/2024

Time: 10:00AM – 11:45AM

Location: Near Lottis Creek Campground

Lottis Creek 08/13/2024 Photo Album

My wife, Jane, expressed an interest in camping, since she had not camped since 2023, so I accessed the USFS campground reservation service and reserved campsite number eleven at Lodgepole Campground along the Taylor River for two nights, August 12 and 13. Jane does not fly fish, and we only had one car, so the campground location was ideal, since it was directly across from a section of the Taylor River that I like to fish. I could operate independently, while she commandeered the car for a trip to hike and browse around Crested Butte.

We made the drive to our campground on Monday, and stopped for a sumptuous lunch at the House Rock Kitchen along the main street in Buena Vista. By the time we arrived at Lodgepole, it was three PM, and we quickly set up the canopy and tent, before we took a stroll along the river.

Small Stream

Tuesday was my allotted day to fish. I mentioned that historically the Taylor does not fish well in the morning, and I often fish Spring Creek for a few hours before returning for prime time on the Taylor River in the afternoon. We tried to devise a plan whereby Jane dropped me off at Spring Creek, but all the scenarios had me not returning to the Taylor until 2:00PM. As an alternative I thought of Lottis Creek. I checked the map, and it was two miles from Lottis Creek to Lodgepole, so we adopted a new plan. Jane would drop me off at Lottis Creek, and I would fish for a few hours in the morning, and then I would hike the two miles back to Lodgepole to fish the Taylor. Neither of us would be constrained by timing deadlines to meet up.

Early Catch

I prepared to fish at the campsite with my Sage R8 four weight, and Jane dropped me off next to the campground at 10:00AM. The air temperature was in the sixties, and the sky was quite overcast, so I wore my rain shell for warmth. I was geared up with my rod strung, so I advanced immediately to the small creek that was running quite full for August 13. I began my day with a Chernobyl ant, and I landed a pair of small browns.

Big Boy

Home of Big Boy Between Branch and Log

After a fast start, I began to witness refusals, so I added a beadhead hares ear nymph two feet below the Chernobyl. Once I was ready, I flicked a short cast to a narrow band of slow water tight to the bank. I had already fished the spot, before I added the hares ear, so I had low expectations. In fact, it was a perfunctory effort aimed more at simply getting the nymph wet in anticipation of a cast farther upstream. While I watched the top fly, I noticed a fish beneath the surface making a quick move, so I set in case it grabbed the nymph. It did! Not only that, but this fish was a monster compared to the small size of Lottis Creek. It put up a powerful fight in a confined space, before I slid the fourteen inch brown trout into my net. This catch vindicated my decision to fish Lottis, and in fact, it made my day.

Salivating Over This Stretch

I continued fishing the Chernobyl and hares ear upstream and added five more trout to the count to reach eight. One was a six inch brook trout, one was an eight inch rainbow, and the remainder were small browns with perhaps one or two twelve inch fish in the mix.

At 11:45AM I called it quits and departed on my two mile jaunt along the highway back to Lodgepole. In 1.75 hours of fishing, I landed eight fish including a fourteen inch prize. I was pleased with my session on Lottis Creek.

Fish Landed: 8

Frying Pan River – 08/09/2024

Time: 10:30AM – 3:30PM

Location: Below Reudi Reservoir

Frying Pan River 08/09/2024 Photo Album

Jane and I visited our daughter, Amy, Thursday through Saturday, and a fishing day was in my plans for Friday, August 9, 2024. I checked the flows on the Frying Pan River tailwater on Thursday evening, and the chart depicted steady outflows from Reudi Reservoir of 256 CFS for the last week. I decided to commit to the tailwater. Next I visited the Taylor Creek Fly Shop web site, and here I learned that the green drakes were present on the bottom one-third from mile marker zero to four.

This bit of information convinced me to begin my day on the lower river. I pulled into a wide pullout between MM 3 and 4 and prepared to fish. I assembled my Sage R8 four weight, and I ambled back down the road for .2 mile to a spot where the river veered back along the road. As I approached, I noticed a guide with two clients, so I reversed and found a worn path through the dense brush that carried me to a large red rock that jutted into the river. I carefully waded downstream for twenty yards, so I could cast to a nice narrow pool that bordered the bank.

256 CFS

I rigged with a tan size 8 pool toy hopper, a prince nymph, and a salvation nymph. On an early cast a trout rose and snubbed the hopper. This was not the beginning I hoped for. I persisted with some casts to the top of the run, and much to my amazement I hooked up with two fish that felt substantial. In both cases the brief connection ended with escaped trout.

I shrugged off this bout of misfortune and waded upstream to the deep run just below the huge red rock. Even though I failed to land a fish in the first location, I was encouraged by the rapid fire action. Unfortunately the trend did not continue, and I made matters worse, when I attempted a roll cast and hooked a limb high above me and out of reach. My only option was to apply direct pressure, and three flies found a new home in a tree branch. I cursed briefly and mounted the rock and found a small ledge to sit on, while I replaced my lineup with the same trio of flies.

Evicted by the Swimmers

As I focused on my knots, I heard some car doors slam, and I gazed across the road, where I spotted a tall red transit van and a group of kids. I did not give it much thought, until a cluster of kids arrived wearing swimming suits on top of the rock I was sitting on. One of the young boys told the others that they needed to wait because the fisherman (me) was there first. I appreciated the etiquette, and I announced that I would vacate the rock in twenty minutes. I returned to replacing my tippet and flies, and I realized that I was using up my allotted time, so I told the group that I would move upstream. The day that I anxiously anticipated was morphing into a series of challenges; escaped fish, lost flies, and now an invasion of young swimmers.

I quickly returned to the car and retrieved pool toy hoppers, prince nymphs, and salvation nymphs to replace my lost flies. I spotted a path near the car and whacked my way back to the river forty yards above the summer camp swimmers. For the next hour I diligently worked my way upstream, and I thoroughly cast to the left bank, but I was not convinced that a single trout was present in this stretch of the river. I was very frustrated with my lack of action and at a loss for what to do to reverse my fortunes. I encountered a path back to the road, so I took advantage and returned to the car.

Perhaps a change of scenery would renew my confidence? I stowed my gear and drove upstream to a spot on the upper third of the river. My dreams of green drake fishing were dashed. I found a nice rock and ate my lunch by the river, as I gazed across a section of shallow pockets.

First Decent Fish

Once my lunch was completed, I resumed casting, and I quickly landed three small brown trout that snatched the salvation nymph from the drift. However, this small amount of action was accompanied by a flurry of refusals to the hopper. I decided to downsize, and I migrated to a peacock hippie stomper with a salvation nymph. A nice twelve inch brown trout found the hippie stomper to its liking, but then refusals once again dominated, and the salvation was totally ignored.

Nice Deep Run Along the Bank

My dropper was relatively short (perhaps an explanation for the lack of interest in the salvation nymph), so I snipped off the salvation and replaced it with a parachute green drake. The drake failed to induce takes, and the hippie stomper drew a few refusals. It was time for yet another change. The section I was now wading was characterized by a wide riverbed and an abundant quantity of pockets and runs over moderate depth. I pondered the situation and decided to return to a dry/dropper approach. For the top fly I chose an amber ice dub size 8 chubby Chernobyl, and beneath it I knotted a 20 incher and a salvation nymph, and in this instance I extended the chubby to 20 incher tippet to four feet in order to attain a greater depth on my drifts.

Love the Dark Ink Spots

Finally I found a combination that clicked. I moved up the river methodically and prospected all the runs and pockets for two hundred yards, and in the process I boosted the fish count from four to twenty-three. Among this haul were four very respectable browns in the twelve to thirteen inch range. The remainder were smaller brown trout ranging from six to eleven inches.

Slick in the MIddle of the River

By 3:15PM I reached a section of the river that required more commitment than I was willing to provide, and the sky darkened, as the temperature dropped, and the wind kicked up. I hooked my fly to the rod guide and waded back to the road and returned to the car. Steady rain commenced, just as I began removing my waders, so the timing was fortuitous.

Finish Line

Twenty-three was a decent fish count, although the average size was beneath my expectations. My best fish were the two that escaped early and a couple larger fish that flashed their sides, as they refused the chubby. 256 CFS is actually at the top end of what I deem acceptable. Of course, a strong hatch could overcome my reservations on flow rates, but none materialized, while I was fishing the Frying Pan River.

Fish Landed: 23