Now that I have dampened expectations in my prior post on the finicky nature of brown trout, I can report that my Dad and I got some real quality time on The Blue River. The highlight of the trip was Dad’s cutthroat that was easily over 15 inches. We had marginal success at the more traditional public access points to the stream to include the inlet where The Blue dumps into Dillon Reservoir, a very scenic spot about five miles below Silverthorne, and the infamous tail water section lined with fly fishermen just outside the Silverthorne outlet malls. In the end we found the most fish in the town of Breckenridge. My first descent hook up was right by the pool at the resort where Dad was staying. It was less than ideal but I was willing to take it. We were really digging deep when we defaulted to the large hole surrounding the fake river boat restaurant.
I always hear fly fishermen talk of seeking total isolation deep in the wilderness to feel at one with nature. In my mind this is the euphoria that precedes the mountain lion attack. So we were happy to take the nine brown and one cutthroat trout we landed...even if the fake river boat lent somewhat of a Disneyland effect.
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5 comments:
enjoyed every minute of it!
Although the phony river boat was surreal....the fish weren't,
Dad
...and that cutthroat was really 18"
oreally miss you guys thanks for a great visit....
Dad
Miss you too Dad, and that cutthroat really could have been 20"
Hey Bass Slayer,
Nice blog. Although from Minnesota I do a lot of business in Colorado and has fished a few spots. I have added to my favorites and will be looking for your next post. In the meantime you can catch me at www.davidjanderson.blogspot.com
Keep those lines wet!
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