Well the trip got
cut short due to the high winds but one thing I know for sure. If you can fish,
then you can catch fish anywhere. If you think I am talking about myself then
you are WRONG!!!! Cat had the hot rod for the shortened weekend.
This was a strange
trip to say the least, it all started about three weeks ago when I realized
that my short vacation time was scheduled for the same time that CSUP was
hosting the track and field national championships. I know that most of the
better athletes eat Subway and I started wondering if maybe I should cancel the
trip and stay home and take care of my real job. The next excitement came the
day we were leaving and I had Cat take my car to drop off the dogs and I was
going to go to work for a while before we headed north. As I was pulling out of
the garage, all of the dash board lights started flashing and I shut the van
off, when I tried to restart it, there was nothing at all. After some quick
research and some running around I figured out and fixed the problem, too much corrosion
on the battery. The next strange thing that happened was I stopped by the shop
to pick up a couple of last things and the radio was playing a not very popular
but pretty song that Cat has always said wanted played at her funeral some day.
When I finally got home picked up Cat and got on our way I told Cat that it
felt almost as if something did not want us going on this trip. She got a
strange look on her face and said she didn’t want to tell me but when we were
leaving the house she had an overwhelming feeling that we may not be coming
back. NOT a good thing to think about while driving between Pueblo and Denver,
every semi that we passed had us seeing flashes from the Final Destination
movies.
We pulled into the
Delaney’s about 6:00P.M. and met up with Mark and my brother in law Jim, and
then we started setting up camp and getting our fishing stuff ready. Let me
back track just a little and let you know that when ever take fishing trips, I
do all the packing because I do not want to forget ANYTHING. So as we were
finishing our unpacking, Cat asked me where my boots were. I DON’T EVER FORGET
ANYTHING! except for now. Cat then said that maybe it was just me that wasn’t
supposed to fish. The night finished off with a great steak dinner and plans
set for next day.
Friday, I grabbed
Mark and headed into North Park Anglers in Walden so I could purchase a pair of
boots. The guys in the shop were very nice and treated me very well and gave me
a good looking person discount on boot rental (okay maybe it was an idiot
discount). If you ever get to North Park I would definitely suggest you stop
into their shop and check it out, very homey and run with class. We got back to
the lake and started fishing about 8:00 A.M.. I had explained to Cat over the
few prior days that this was no ordinary lake and if she wanted to catch fish
it would behoove her to follow Marks instruction to the T. Immediately she
started doing her own thing and started catching fish. We both landed three
fish with mine being a 19 inch brown and two 14 inch rainbows, Cat landed two 17 and one 19 inch browns. At a little
after nine the winds started, steady at 20-25 mph with gusts up to 40. We hung
out most of the day and for a short time the winds slowed just enough for Cat
and I to walk the bank and cast dries to cruising fish. Cat landed 5 with the
largest being about 19 inches and I got skunked, and Jim landed a 19 inch
beauty. We tried fishing just before dark but by the time we got our boats on
the water the wind came back up and ended our night.
Saturday morning we
started fishing about 7:30 but the water seemed a little stirred up from the
day before. I landed two small rainbows and a 19 inch brown. Jim caught one and
Mark landed four. Cat landed a 17 inch brown and had two serious break offs, she
was fishing 4x. At about 9:30 the winds came up again and took us off the lake.
After seeing the forecast for the next few days, we decided to go ahead and
head back toward Pueblo.
Driving home we
stopped at Willow creek and caught a few small brookies and the headed to
Winter Park and fished the Fraser for a little while. Cat landed a beautiful 15
inch brown and we both caught a couple small rainbows.
As we pulled into
the driveway we both took a deep breath, kissed and were very thankful we made
it home alive. We were very sad that we did not get to spend as much time as we
wanted chasing monster fish but it is always good to spend time with Mark and
Jim. I fished my new Fishcat Panther pontoon boat this weekend and will be
doing a review on it next week, it will not be a homer review, some really
great things and some things that make you scratch your head. Thanks as always
for reading, Connell.
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