Sunday, June 8, 2008
Sorry about the lack of posts lately but runoff combined with working everyday has really slowed things down for me. I have had two half days of work in the last two weeks and immediately went fishing. One day I hit deer lakes for a few hours and caught several small brook trout on my 3 weight before dark but I didn't take any pictures of the trout because they were too pretty to touch. Today I headed down a beautiful stream called Cebolla but forgot my camera. The water was high although I caught some nice browns in some beaver ponds that are on the verge of being washed out.
I ended up driving to a section of stream that is rarely fished but the water was high. After walking along the bank for a while I came into a small stand of aspen with a few tall cottonwoods and pushed my way through some dense brush. I came into a perfectly round opening between the trees and brush and layed on some soft duff amidst scattered elk droppings. The circle of trees left me with a window to the sky where cirrus clouds wafted over me like weightless shredded cotton balls intermittently turning the radiant sun into a blurred orange haze. The trees creaked and moaned, diluting the strong gusts of wind into the perfect breeze and the roaring stream sent the occasional boulder tumbling in a muffled clunk...clunk...clunk. While I stared through my private window the world outside was forgotten and forgiven and I slowly drifted off to sleep. It is a rare moment when I am perfectly content laying my rod down and falling asleep in waders without hitting the stream hard all day.