I had a guide trip rescheduled this morning and should have headed out to the ranch I've been picking up extra work at but I decided to hit trail instead. I headed up to a nice lake nestled in aspen at around 10,000. I realized it has been a long winter about a mile into the uphill when my calves began to stiffen. After a good stretch I continued the hike, eventually getting my rhythm set. Once I reached the lake it was beautiful. Everything was green and half the lake was bordered by beaver ponds.
There were no signs of fish but I knew they were in there. While I was rigging up fish began rising everywhere as did my excitement. I tied on a parachute adams and made a cast. As soon as my fly hit the water the rising ceased and I thought I had somehow spooked every fish in the lake. While standing there confused a muskrat surfaced at my feet with a mouth full of brook trout and slapped the water before disappearing below. I decided to circumnavigate the lake while letting the fish mourn their fallen brethren and I was soon jumping over streams and balancing my way across the tops of beaver dams like a happy child. I made my way around part of the lake and resumed fishing. There were sporadic rises but nothing would take on the surface. I changed to a double nymph rig with a #18 pheasant tail trailed behind a #14 copper john. It wasn't long before I was hooking up brook trout on a slow retrieve.
Some were small and colorful and others were nice and fat. I did not catch anything huge and did not expect to but the fishing was awesome and the fish fought hard. The scenery spectacular as well and I hope to hit many more of the high lakes this summer. Sorry about the smudge mark on the button of the camera. I didn't notice until I uploaded the pictures.
Looking down on Lake City
Time to stretch
Check out the Lake