Antero, A Bad Taste....

           Hello friends and thanks for checking in at the O’Grady Fly Fishing Adventures. Well Cat and I had today off from the factory and we decided to head to South Park. We were trying to decide between Spinney and Antero but after Cat fell asleep ten minutes in to the ride, I just couldn’t make Cat deal with the consequences, so Antero it was. It was an interesting day to say the least. We got on the water at just after 8:00 and it was hard to believe we were in South Park. The lake was glass for the first two hours and the only way we could get the fish interested was kicking around. As my legs began to get tired, the wind exploded out of nowhere. The rest of the day I spent kicking just trying to stay on anchor. Fish were feeding real sporadically today, I landed a total of fifteen but the action was pretty slow.

          The real excitement happened near the end of the day. A friend of mine had told me a terrifying story he had dealt with at Antero several years ago. As he was finishing his day and getting out of the water, two guys started yelling at him for catching all the fish. One of the guys got his attention and the other sucker punched him and then they both did a number on him. I spent much of the day looking for structure and weed beds while being aware of the people on the shore fishing. I set up at around 75 yards off the bank and made sure I was way out of the casting area of the two guys on the bank. I could hear them talking with each other and they were having a ball. I landed several and I heard them catch a few and after about half an hour I heard one of the guys say that there wasn’t enough room for these other guys squeezing in. Shortly after that I heard a very loud “Kurr- sploosh” about twenty feet behind me. I glanced around and figured it was a big fish. After that I heard the guy on the bank tell the new comer that that was pretty lame trying to hit the guy in the boat. A moment later I heard the “Kurr-sploosh” about twenty feet in front of me. I then heard the guy on the bank really getting loud at the new comer telling him that he just crossed both his lines. I then heard a grunting sound on the bank and the new guy was trying to tell me to go away. Wt*, there was a day when I would have handled it differently, but today I decided it was time to head out. By the time Cat and I got out we thought for sure there was going to be a brawl, the yelling got louder and everyone was standing. Not sure how it all shook out but Cat and I had an enjoyable day on the lake, and I left only slightly bad taste in my mouth. I think the next trip to South Park, Cat is going to need to stay awake. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Spinney,  and the Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading….