Amazingly, there were more fish sitting out on Sunday but they were also way more spooky than the fish on Friday. Of course, with the slight stain on Friday it is a distinct possibility that I wasn't seeing fish that were actually there. The fish were a bit more willing to chase on Friday in the slightly warmer water temperatures. The larger fish did not seem to want to expend energy for the most part. I had some nicer browns come out and casually stare at my slowly bounced streamer but looking and eating were two different things.
One of the amusing aspects of Friday's trip was being photographed for the Daily Camera, Boulder's newspaper. More to come on that later.
I fished slowly and enjoyed my time on the water while adding to my knowledge of Boulder Creek. Each stream has its own set of quirks, and I'm slowly learning what is now my local creek. As with other Colorado waters, etiquette seems to be lacking on Boulder Creek (expect a rant in the near future). I had one guy stop and fish the other side of the pool I was working and even casting in the same spot I was fishing on Friday, and I'm talking about a fly fisherman who should have known better. Anyone who has ever fished Boulder Creek knows the pools can be a bit tight to say the least. The best part, I could have hit him with probably 5 feet of line out plus my 9' leader. Yeah, that's close!
Despite the cramped fishing conditions in one pool, everything else was wide open for me to fish! I worked the pools with various small streamers and started to find willing fish. The larger fish were tight to structure and would ease out from under ice shelves or back eddies to stare at my streamer before vanishing again. On Friday I finished the day with 4 little browns to hand and all came on the streamer.
Yesterday, despite the cold temperatures, the ice along the creek was continuing to loosen and melt although at a much reduced rate. I expect this current cold snap to keep the fish sluggish for at least a few days. Early on, I had some shelf ice that looked like the bank (covered in sand) break under me. Since I was in hiking boots and jeans, the result was a bit chilly. Thankfully I stayed warm enough to fish for a good hour or so before calling it quits. The ice on the stream created some beautiful pictures just waiting for my camera to come out.
The only fish I managed yesterday was a persistent brook trout that hit and/or followed again and again before finally impaling itself on the small streamer. Gotta love brookies!!!!
In the same pool that I caught the brook trout in I finally found a better than average brown. It came out to follow my streamer once and that was it. However, I do know where it lives and will be back to catch it!!! Streamers will be my weapon of choice unless I stumble across a good hatch...
This winter I really fished streamers almost exclusively in the freestone streams nearby when they were fishable. On tailwaters I have stuck with the tried and true double nymph rig with mostly small stuff. Streamers are nice in that they require a more active approach and also the results are so visual. There's nothing like seeing a charging brown, even if its just a little 8 incher.
I've been tying more and more lately and will probably fish again this next weekend. The long weekend could turn out to be epic so stay tuned for more!!!
