BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #12

BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #12

I’M LIKE A TRAIN PUTTING OFF STEAM IN MY CARHARTT FLANNELS

We drove up Indy Pass in order to piss on both sides of the divide, after a weekend of covert Bass transference missions and our feeling that the guts of the runoff is finally over. The Fork is that perfect tea color and Stones are crawling about, and if we’re lucky, we won’t be tying on nymphs for a few months. Doug “Dougworld” Moyer is down in the bowels of the Black Canyon, his eyes operating independently like some exotic tropical lizard. I haven’t received any recon, but I’m sure the reports are good. My son and I slapped on some serious Oakley bling and disturbed the bait and tackle crew in Grand Junction–they’re not used to seeing fly rods at Corn Lake, especially in the hands of guys sporting goggles. At the rate we were posting Bluegill, we needed our Oaks for safety gear, if nothing else. Polarized goggles are a super badass fishing tool, and I would like to say I came up with the idea, but Giff gets the credit. ENOUGH OF THIS WARM WATER SHIT WE LIVE IN TROUT COUNTRY. I once saw a 16-inch Brown grab a 12-inch Bow and mash him into a rock until the Bow croaked. I think he got fed up with the competition. Never stand between a big fish and his ribeye. The National River Surfing Championships are in Glenwood this weekend, but after my last outing I think I’ll go fly fishing instead.

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Kea C. Hause esq.

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Basement music studio at the Hause family residence. Photo: Copi Vojta