From the beginning, we have all known, there is "some-thing" about being in nature, being and participating with the creation, that seems to give us pause, to consider God. Few activities bring us so intimately engaged with nature, as fly-fishing. I don't know exactly what it is or how to put words to it; yet, when I stand in a river under the immense sky, there is a sense that the divine is being revealed. It may be "some-thing" we see or perceive in the trees, the sky, the river or the fish we manage to sometimes catch and hold in our hands. Maybe it is the excitement and the smiles we see in others as they momentarily "connect" to a fish by hooking it, even if only to release it. I don't know what it is but it is "some-thing,"and it is wonderful.
The fishing remains good in Eleven Mile Canyon with the usual assortment of flies working such as Brown San Juan Worms, small Pheasant tail nymphs, brassies, zebra midges, and RS2's. If you have not tried going smaller with an RS2, give it a shot. A size 26 gray sparkle wing RS2 remains my best "go to" fly.
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