BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #5

BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #5

REPORTS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED

Runoff is a good thing and here’s why–it cleans the tailwater silt out of the real rivers. It also pushes the big food to the edges. Old-timers wait for the big water because that’s when the beasts come out of hiding. Having been temporarily inactivated from the guide lineup–even The Babe got pulled off the roster at one point–I visited with Dave York in Glenwood, and he told me about a 29-inch Brown he took on a dry last September on the big muddy. I don’t abuse the fish on my home water anymore, because I figure I’ve caught my share, but the fishing has been so off the hook, I can’t help myself. Pick any pattern you like, or ask the boys at the shop, then tie it bigger. Like Rusty Spinners four or five-inches long. The best time of year is now until the hatches taper. Copi and I found a pod of Bass off the I-70 corridor with a female that had to be 15 pounds, but we weren’t armed properly. You wouldn’t have a prayer without a 10-weight. The Mother’s Day hatch has been cranking and the fish are still posting Caddis. Or if you like to be dainty, you can fish dries on the upper drainage. The Plastic Jesus will take you where you need to go. I’m planning to fish with Tim Heng later this week and will file updates when I garner further information. God only knows how great the season will be, but I have a feeling it will surprise us. Forget about the big gangster wads of God’s money, the spiritual warfare, drop everything, and go fishing. God has always taken care of the money. I’ve broken every bone in my body and am happy to keep doing it…

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Kea C. Hause

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Castwork proofs, Carbondale, CO. Photo: Liz Steketee