The Fish that Got Away From Us.

There was one fish that got away; a marvelous fish that will forever haunt me. I had it in reach but did not understand or properly calculate its movements or the depth of what it was thinking and feeling. If only;  if only the fish had not moved toward the rocks and the chute of no return, I may have had a chance.  There were so many what if’s.

I misjudged the infinite distance between us, even as I felt close. All I know now is that it can never return up the Chute to the place I once casted my line.  There can be no re-do’s or second casts.

The fish and the river cascades on down the canyon as I stand watching and asking the same hard questions over and over again;  as I will this Fall,  and winter, and Spring.

Finding Fish at Deckers.

Opening Windows in the Summer Doldrums

During the summer doldrums it can be tough to find fish.  I try to remind myself that the fish are there (and were there all along).  But we need a window. Through that window we break through and  meet each other.

San Juan worms, RS2's (gray and black) are all taking fish up and down the South Platte at Deckers.

Enjoy the view.

A Different Flow

There are certain drifts that a fly fisher senses might produce a fish. It is difficult to explain.

There are also different people that seem more in tune with a different flow of life. Such people are unique individuals of a different consciousness.

Here are two individuals who at least for a brief time on the South Platte entered a different flow.