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This was my first time fishing Valley Creek since I was a kid. 4:45-dark from Wilson's bridge near Lafeyette's Quarters to the 76 Bridge. First, an anecdote.
I pulled into the lot near Wilson's Bridge and glassed for trout from the bridge. While I'm doing this, a fisherman pulled up next to my vehicle and began rigging up. I came back to my vehicle and said,
"How's it going?"
Nothing, not even eye contact.
"They're really stacked up in there, under the bridge."
Nothing, again.
"Looks like they're actively feeding, too."
He ignored me again. Then he took all his equipment and rigged up streamside. I couldn't help but think this was because of the out-of-state plates on my vehicle. Like there are waves of Coloradans beating down the door of Pennsylvania for the fishing. When I got back after dark I found a my truck had a nice smear of mud, hand-made, down the side.
So to the 50-something jerk in the green Grand Cherokee with the Orvis One weight, go ahead and try that in Colorado, or better yet, Montana, or Alaska.
Back to what matters, fishing was great. Tight and technical. Fish were rising to small cream-coloured midges. Saw many brown flying ants and what I think are tricos. Got two on #22 midge emergers. Photo is of typical brown taken on a #16 light cahill (closest I had to a cream midge). I trimmed it down quite a bit.
Now here's the really bizarre part, I saw a small watersnake catch a 4"
brownie, carry him across the creek, cache him in the bank flopping and alive, and go in for another. That being said, this was the first fishing trip I've had in the state where I haven't seen a crane or an egret.
I pulled into the lot near Wilson's Bridge and glassed for trout from the bridge. While I'm doing this, a fisherman pulled up next to my vehicle and began rigging up. I came back to my vehicle and said,
"How's it going?"
Nothing, not even eye contact.
"They're really stacked up in there, under the bridge."
Nothing, again.
"Looks like they're actively feeding, too."
He ignored me again. Then he took all his equipment and rigged up streamside. I couldn't help but think this was because of the out-of-state plates on my vehicle. Like there are waves of Coloradans beating down the door of Pennsylvania for the fishing. When I got back after dark I found a my truck had a nice smear of mud, hand-made, down the side.
So to the 50-something jerk in the green Grand Cherokee with the Orvis One weight, go ahead and try that in Colorado, or better yet, Montana, or Alaska.
Back to what matters, fishing was great. Tight and technical. Fish were rising to small cream-coloured midges. Saw many brown flying ants and what I think are tricos. Got two on #22 midge emergers. Photo is of typical brown taken on a #16 light cahill (closest I had to a cream midge). I trimmed it down quite a bit.
Now here's the really bizarre part, I saw a small watersnake catch a 4"
brownie, carry him across the creek, cache him in the bank flopping and alive, and go in for another. That being said, this was the first fishing trip I've had in the state where I haven't seen a crane or an egret.
