After the massive floods, most of the highways from Coal Creek north to Big Thompson Canyon closed. Because of it, and the weather, and the floods, fishing has been hard to come by.
Then I got called back to work for the season.
Big bummer. Bad news.
But none the less, we truck on. And, at last, good news. Hwy 119, aka Boulder Canyon, opened up. What a relief. Seeing how I drive the canyon at least 3-4 times a week in the summer, and no less than 5 in the winter, it was a great way to bring a sense of normality to my life. Knowing that I couldn't drive up either Boulder Canyon, Big Thompson Canyon, or Highway 36 (following the north St. Vrain) just didn't feel good. So alas, some well deserved fishing.
I don't usually do quite a bit of fall fishing so I was really looking forward to getting out. I set out above the falls in hopes of better flows and quite honestly, it was great. It took a while to get it going, as I threw out some different attractors both above and below the surface to no luck. I packed up and moved a bit downstream. After a while of still having no luck, and right when I was ready to concede and throw on a booger, I tied on a purple haze.
That's the ticket. I proceeded to catch about a half dozen and called it a day. I didn't need much. A trout or two, and some time in the river.
Mission accomplished.
Welcome back Boulder Creek.
Tight Lines.
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