After the crazy season that I have had with my Jeep (needing a new engine), the trips out have been few and far, understandably. That goes for guide trips, and Chris trips. So I am always happy at the opportunity to get out whether it may be for work, or personal relaxation. I feel like every time I make it up to The Park, it may be my last trip for the year so I have really tried to enjoy each outing to it's fullest.
The same could be said for my trip today. I got the chance to take out a couple from Wisconsin that were more or less, complete beginners. We started lower down on Glacier, near the campground. Temperatures were low in the valley coming up; a chilly 48 degrees upon coming into Estes Park. But as we rose up towards our destination, the temperature did too. A classic temp inversion, right!? So by the time we got to our spot at 10:00, the temp had risen 6 or 7 degrees or so to a now pretty decent 55. A beautiful late summer morning, for sure.
We got to fishing and I set up my clients in a long & wide straight away to get their casting down. Once that was a go, we moved up into our first half promising hole. The Para Adams was getting some looks, but no takers. We had a few strikes on some pheasant tails, but couldn't get that hook set quick enough. We even had a few lookers on a new Screaming Banshee, but again no takers.
As we moved on up, it was the same story. However, we were now getting some bites on the Adams in some of the slower riffles, as the water was slowly warming from it's 50 degrees that we had when we arrived. After only fishing for about an hour and a half, the clients wanted to take lunch. We found a nice bench for them to eat, and I went and scouted our next hole, further up towards Sprague. One of my absolute favorite stretches was taken, so I opted towards one just down the hill from there. I like the spot right below the boulders sections, below Sprague.
I went to pick up the clients and one of them decided that she wanted to go on a hike, which she had already mentioned earlier. I thought about discouraging her, as I felt the fishing was going to be lights out in the afternoon, but chose otherwise as I knew she was pretty content on hiking. It's all about the client I say; whatever they want, they get.
So the other client and I set out to the spot that I had scouted. We started with the same set ups, and had a few that were interested, but not much going on. I set up the client on a yellow Stimulator and a yellow copper john about ten minutes into the P.M. session, and it was quite simply...on.
Bites everywhere! Slow water, fast water, behind rocks and in front. Riffles and runs, pools and slicks. Great fishing. And if one hole didn't like the Stimulator & Copper John, we threw a prince nymph and Para Adams and they would eat that too. It ended up being a really good afternoon. But then...around 3:00 the client said we should head back to meet his wife, post hiking trip. He mentioned on the ride back that he wanted to go hike with the wife in the afternoon somewhere and could I recommend a few spots. Was this really about to happen?
As we arrived to meet her, he said "let me go see what she wants to do and I think we'll go hiking most likely". So I waited around the truck as he went and discussed. I couldn't help but think of the possibilities if this really did happen. Was it gonna happen? I could only wait and wonder. I smoked a cigarette and waited for what seemed like an eternity. At one point I peeked around the corner and noticed that his waders were now off. Holy trout! This was gonna happen!
Sure enough, he walked around the corner and he did it. He said those magical 9 words. The greatest 9 words in the guide vocabulary. Wait for it...
"Well Chris, I think we've just about had it".
There it was. It! It happening!
Allow me to explain. "We've just about had it" means we had fun and were ready to go. Now those aren't usually magical words, but today, the client drove themselves up and followed me. That meant now, at 3:45, with no clients, it was my turn.
Unbelievable! Why? Just refer to the first paragraph of this report. So I headed over to the T one valley over. I grabbed the already rigged Para Adams rod and went for it. Pretty slow for the first ten minutes so I switched over to the Stimmy, this time chartreuse. Below that, I dropped a Mirage nymph about 12" deep. This nymph is so heavy and the water so shallow, so I didn't want to get too deep.
I ended up catching a couple on that, and got a couple more bites as well. But that Mirage nymph did it! It was pounding trout left and right. And once again, as was the case last time when I performed initial testing on this C.L. Hull original pattern, it was catching nothing but larger trout. Every trout I caught with that fly was at least 3-4" bigger than any other fly. Like a new age 20 incher. It just doesn't like catching small trout. Who does right? (I still do...it's better than no trout at all...but you got the point). If you want this fly, and you do, head over to the
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After I got done slaying trout with the Mirage nymph, the clouds came over and the bugs came out. I took a break with MJ and saw one little mayfly hit the surface and immediately get swallowed. I decided that since I saw that happen and there was about 4 different bugs coming off, I would go with a Para Adams again and this time connect an RS-2 to it, floating.
Money! Again. Caught about 10 on that rig in an hour or so and missed more than I could count on the drifts where I lost sight of the top fly. Just great fishing though. Brooks and browns everywhere.
With the sun beginning to set, I headed out. A great day on the water, both working and recreating. I definitely got the most out of this day. And some better news...I landed another trip for tomorrow, so I ain't quite done in The Park yet.
And the best news...Saturday is game on as I have the wife's car and kid in tow.
Watch Out Trout. Watch Out.
Tight Lines...
And big fish, if you got the right fly.