Hello all and thanks for checking in
at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. I’m not sure how old I was the first time
saw the movie The Omen but what I remember is that it scared the absolute tar
out of me. Even to this day when I hear the theme music is makes me shutter.
Winston and I got to the river around 10:00 this morning and on my first cast I
landed a chunky little fifteen incher. Immediately I began thinking about what
kind of omen it could be. I remember years ago, on my “glass is half full” days,
I would think that this would mean that the day was going to be the best ever.
On the “half empty” days I would think that it might be the only fish I would catch
that day. As I was pondering the fate of my fishing day I began to laugh at how
differently I look at fly fishing today. In my early days of fly fishing, my
success was measured by the number of fish I caught, regardless of the manner
in which they were deceived. Case in point, one of our favorite places we used
to fish was San Isabel lake. We would take our float tubes, tie on foam caddis
and go to town. A fifty plus fish day and we felt like we knew what we were
doing and any number less than twenty and it was time to rethink our strategy.
These days my measure of success is not so much about numbers, but being able
to beat any particular fish that I pick out, nonetheless, I decided the name of
my first cast fish shall be Damien.
After
landing and releasing Damien, I spent another ten minutes in that run and then
began to move down river. I was thinking about a pig that I had spotted on
Thursday and on my way, I started seeing other fish. The first few attempts
were futile with the fish just sliding out of the way. I changed up my rig with
a New Zealand strike indicator and less weight and still found fish just moving
out of the way. I moved a little further down and saw a whole group of active trout
on redds, a whole new meaning to the word troutporn. I spotted a few smaller
fish under a tree and was able to catch a few of them. Next I hooked another
beauty but he popped off quickly. I made it to the spot where the piggie was
from the other day and saw nothing so I moved into a deeper run. After getting
smoked three times, I managed to land a couple of big fat p-town bones and
about a sixteen incher. While eyeing the river on the way back to the car I got
a glimpse of something in the middle of the river. Nearing it I could see the
purple hue and got a few casts off, he moved up a little but after he stopped I
cast again and hooked him. He took a minute to land and he absolutely made my
day. He was a stout, cherry red twenty incher. My day was a success and even
though the Omen theme was in my head all day, every fish is a different
adventure.
Fishing today was not easy and the
river is quickly transforming into our most technical season. I saw several
fish on redds today and expect the spawn to really increase over the next week.
I know I have pleaded before but please leave the future of our river alone
there are plenty of feeding fish to play with. If you are not sure what to look
out for please call the shop and we can key you in on what to look out for.
Also when handling fish please be gentle and quickly snap a pic and release the
fish. All but one fish today was landed on the J-bomb and big fish was landed
on a simple black midge. If you have been planning on a guide trip this spring that now is the time to get it booked, fishing is not easy but a good cast and drift will equal success. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Damien, and the
Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading…
Damien..
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