BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #16

BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #16

DANCE THIS BONEHARP TREE DANCE THIS BONEFLOWER TREE

We all know the King of Pop died. We weren’t big Jackson 5 fans in BONEDALE during the early 70s, but I was a fan of a recently transplanted Mormon who loved their locomotion. She had maroon bell-bottoms and a beret to prove it, and when I was in school, my time was spent admiring her high sense of fashion. But I wasn’t in class often, because the area between the Crystal and Fork was much more alive. We didn’t have truant officers and the school’s main job was to fatten the calves, or make more calves to work the fields. My buddies and I would ditch school, catch cans of live Hoppers and head to the river. I had an Eagle Claw fly-rod-spin-rod-combo that didn’t work well for either. It was dabble fishing, so you didn’t need much of a tool. You just reached over the bank and watched the trout smack it. A fly rod is a wicked tool for live bait. We fly fish for two reasons–one, it’s more fun; two, it works better. My kids’ first fish were caught with flies on the Colorado, and then we moved to spinning gear, so they could appreciate the simplicity of a stick and line. You pick it up, you put it down. Women and children get fly casting where most men don’t. I think that’s because we’re compelled to work at it. Fly rods don’t respond well to sledgehammer, steroid personalities. That’s the other thing I like about fly rods and maroon velvet jumpsuits, they respond to the touch.

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Kea C. Hause esq.

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Photo: Kea, summer barbecue near Westbank, CO.