BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #30

BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #30

IN THIS NATAL MONTH CHRIST MUST BE ON SOME DISTANT NEBULA

It’s been a winter of bitterness on the west slope of the central Rockies. Day after day of cold, clouds and no snow. The locals have a low tolerance when God throws them months of curveballs. Most of the winter we’ve had to resort to Nuclear Eggs and San Juan Worms. The fish bundle up in the cold, hunkering down on the bottom in tight formation. When you find a group you drop your rig into the pod and eventually one of them will get tangled in your trot line, and you can say you got one to eat a Top-Secret Midge pattern. In my opinion this type of fishing is as interesting as The Sportsmen’s Expo. But that’s changed recently as our days are growing sunnier and warmer. It happens to me every year for as long as I can remember–standing in the tailout of a river, looking across the mirror you see a dark form ease up. Was that a fish? Another push of water, then another. The trout are taking dries. In my dreams I can see their rise forms, and again, I’m consumed. The little winter Stones are on the move and any day the Blue Wings will show. Hell, I might even fish a dry, so I can take the hook out of their mouths instead of their asses.

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Kea C. Hause esq.

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Photo: Kea’s 2015 obituary at Alpine Angling, Carbondale, CO.