Last night my friend Rodney and I decided to try and do a little fly-fishing for trout in the evening. After a whole summer of long days and late sunsets we mistakenly chose to wait a little too long before heading to South Boulder Creek. As we showed up in the parking lot the sun was descending behind Boulder’s Flatirons and we still had a good bit of trail to cover before we arrived at a decent fishing hole. Much to our dismay, once we set eyes on the creek we unfortunately discovered that the water was flowing extremely low and my first thought was that catching trout in these conditions was going to be extremely difficult if not merely impossible!
So with the light waning we hurried up the trail, desperately trying to find a hole or riffle deep enough to hold some trout. Finally, we came upon a deep bend in the creek that was formed by a fallen tree. The tree trapped just enough water to form a fairly deep pool and despite my skepticism the chance of hooking a fish looked somewhat promising…
Quickly we rigged up a dry and dropper set up consisting of a parachute adams and a small bead head pheasant tail, a winning combo that often produces at even the most desperate of times…
We then made a few quick casts and had a smaller fish rise but miss our dry fly. Then all of the sudden the dry fly went below the water and line starting pulling from the reel. FISH ON! It was quite the challenge to land the wily brown trout because of the log jamb but after a little running around and passing the rod back and forth, Rodney and I were able to land our trophy…a nice 12” but hard won brown trout!
A feeling of satisfaction came over me and such outings continually remind me of the importance of positive thinking and persistence. Most of life’s more important and meaningful lessons can be learned on a river and I sincerely hope this fall finds you on the water.