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Arkansas River Brown trout Colorado's springtime weather is always an adventure. You shovel snow, chip ice off the windshield, bask in sunny 60 degrees, and tie the dog down so he doesn't blow away in the gale force winds. And that's all in a single day!

We don't celebrate spring with the appearance of tulips and daffodils at Easter up here in the mountains. It will be several weeks before the crabapple and cherry trees break out in blossoms. Those of us who flyfish look instead for the "blooming" of Blue-Winged Olive mayflies. Those aren't our first dry flies of early season (that honor goes to midges - little black ones, most often), but they do signal the official beginning of the dry fly months on the Arkansas River.

Mayfly by Don P Today was one of those typical windy Colorado spring days. Not the best prospect for the delicate BWOs. But you go when you can go. Good thing. It was the best fishing day so far this year. Even though fish were rising, I kept with the midge emerger I'd tied before going out this morning because the fish wouldn't leave it alone. Even when the fish switched to BWOs after their round of midges, they kept taking the midge. Who am I to argue with that? I retired the first midge after about 18 fish. The replacement took another 6-7 fish before I called it a day. Fish were still rising when I left.

Now to Denver, first for CWFishers, some errands and personal time, then to present a flyfishing program to the West Denver TU chapter on Wednesday. If I can't always fish, at least I can go talk about it.


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Trail in Salida Today's warming sunshine is welcome. It has been an unusually cold winter here in the Upper Arkansas River valley of central Colorado. Bone-chilling nights have usually alternated with windy, or at least breezy, days that sustain the night's shivering chill even when the sun shines. By contrast, today's 30-something degrees fools one's body into feeling comfy in just a light jacket.

That is not to say that it has been especially snowy this winter. In fact, as of last week our snow pack measured 89% of average annual levels. The last 36 hours has boosted that percentage a little. Every couple inches helps in high mountain desert such as this. Visual beauty of the fresh white blanket is only part of the impact. Today's snow is spring and summer's life-sustaining river flow.

Fat Spring Robin Today also marks the end of a 2-week stint of house- and pet-sitting in Salida. Nothing like a dog who needs to walk a few times a day to make you get outside no matter the weather elements. A walking and biking trail bisects Salida, its western end  paralleling this subdivision. Every day, the old yellow lab and I walk out and back. On her good days, we make it to the end, celebrating her effort with a symbolic circling at the terminal snowdrift.  Along the way we variously encounter Canadian Geese, juncos, deer, foxes. Just before yesterday's snowstorm, a flock of robins had arrived, huddled in the barren trees wondering why they'd started their northern migration quite so soon.

Salida's most prominent symbol is "S" Mountain, a conical hill across the river to the north. We see it on our eastbound return. Even set in a mantle of snow, the large letter "S" is visible both day and night. White lights in the S shape alternate with red lights in the shape of a heart. You can't miss it. The S, of course, stand for Salida. Right now, I like to think of it as promising Spring. Robins are the heralds. In the river, stonefly nymphs are stirring, BWO mayflies will follow, caddis won't be far behind. The fish know this.

Spring. It's coming.

Snow on S Mountain


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Elk at HeckendorfToday brought a case of winter blahs. There isn't enough good snow for snowshoeing or anything else fun. The river is bordered with just enough ice to make wade fishing a precarious proposition. I finally dragged "The Guy" out of the house for a drive to somewhere.

"Somewhere" turned out to be north to Clear Creek Reservoir and the little huddle of buildings called "Granite." The only wildlife we saw at Clear Creek were ice fishermen scattered across the frozen reservoir, peering hopefully into their targeted holes in the ice.

Bighorn Ram Granite proved more rewarding. Across the river on the downstream end of town, a herd of about 40 Bighorn Sheep reclined in a ragged row along a low ridge. Ewes folded themselves around their bellies, showing the beginnings of the wait for spring lambing. Seven rams wandered and watched over their herd on the rocky slope close above their harem. They ranged in size from good-n-healthy big to magnificently massive.

After watching a couple of hefty brown trout lounging under the Granite bridge, we headed back south. On an off-highway detour, we spotted a small herd of elk in a meadow at the base of 14,000' Mt. Columbia.

No more 'winter blahs' on such a lovely day visiting our neighbors here in mountain paradise.

Bighorn Sheep herd


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Ark River Collegiate Peaks The second decade of the 21st Century began in the deep freeze. Snow pulsed through on random days, then was swept by the arctic winds into hard-packed drifts. Nighttime temperatures plunged toward zero, wind chills double digits below that. Ice blades and heavy shovels were pounded into 2 feet of concrete-like mounds of snow that buried driveway and propane tank access. Hundreds of dollars went toward keeping that tank filled so house and pipes would not freeze.

Return Rainbow to water The balmy 40s and 50s of this week are, by comparison, a nearly tropic relief. Sunshine, blue sky and no wind invite one to risk a walk on the patchwork of snow and mud. The river's ice cover is melting in the upper valley. I was sure I heard fish calling my name down near Salida. After 2 months of missing my little finned friends, how could I not answer?

And they did come out to play. With the still snowy Collegiate Peaks as a backdrop, several rainbows and a brown trout came to my fly, then my hand, to welcome me back to the river. Happy New Year indeed!


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Deer in Aspen If it's true that variety is the spice of life, then last week was full of flavor. A few days of early season snow and cold weather put a nip in the air and richer golden color in the changing fall leaves. The first day of the valley's annual Color Run ATV festival drew us up to Marshall Pass. Most of the group had headed over the southern route to old mine sites and the little town of Bonanza. We chose instead the road up Marshall Pass, past O'Haver Lake and around the base of Mt. Ouray's snowy cirque.

Light snow lay in the shadows on the forest floor and frosted the outstretched limbs of pine trees. Ranks upon ranks of towering white aspen trunks held their golden crowns skyward to meet the sun's complementing shimmer. Deer quietly wove their way through the trees. Our return descent down a narrow 4-wheel path along a burbling stream was a ride through an enchanted forest.

Peek-a-Boo Girl Another kind of enchantment was had at my granddaughter's birthday party. The 2-year mark was celebrated with endless energy and laughter. Not getting to see her often, I was fortunate to be able to sneak in our own private prelude to the main celebration. What greater pleasure is there than to spend an hour together on her bedroom floor with new crayons, piles of drawing paper, and a full sheet of smiley-face stickers? The real reward, of course, was re-connecting with this precious young life, and making sure that Grandma is a continuing part of her life.

Rainbow Trout Paling by comparison, but still appreciated, was a day of great fall fishing on the river. It is dry fly season, and the fish are looking to the surface to feed. Bigger browns are on the move, bulking up for the upcoming spawn and the winter that follows. Rainbows feed in the faster lanes where browns are less apt to rule.

The beauty and variety of autumn continues.



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