BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #8

BONEDALE FISHING REPORT #8

THE PUMP BY JEFF BECK

I went fishing today with an old friend and laid-off rig hand, the infamous John Steele, who’s been forced into booking punk rockabilly bands in Spun Junction to support his fishing habit. We started at the Pink Bridge in Sutank, and the boys from the Roaring Fork Marina were testing out a new fleet of paddleboards. The surfing was stronger than the fishing on the middle Fork, due to the obscene number of Caddisflies. We did, however, spot several BIG BOWS on beds, and it seems we’ll have another successful spawn. Not spawning myself anymore, it was good to see the fish fighting the good fight. We headed up the Crystal, having caught a couple of nice native Cutts and a mixed bag of Browns. The Crystal dropped several feet last night, after a good freeze, and deposited a massive tree just above the Hatchery Bridge. Between the tree and a manky Beaver carcass, we caught several nice fish, then I sent my friends back down to the big ditch where, fortunately, the Mother’s Day hatch is no longer an issue. Maynard is still gainfully employed in BONEDALE, while I’m forced to hawk t-shirts and stickers out of the WORLD HEADQUARTERS. The dust layer forced some snow pack off early, but believe me, it ain’t over yet. Mother nature will deliver another epic runoff, which is good for all parties concerned. I’m headed west for the weekend to fish for river Cats, giant Carp and maybe Bass and Bluegill. The long suffering Mrs. Hause has a chore list, so it’s time to giddyup, or I’ll be forced into honest labor. I would, of course, rather be fishing. Tie up maaaassssive Stones and head west immediately. Also, send swag for the spiritual wars.

Live from the WORLD HEADQUARTERS

Kea C. Hause

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Pick a fly, any fly, it’ll probably work during the sweet spot after the Roaring Fork’s peak flow subsides and the big bugs come out. Photo: Copi Vojta