About a month or so ago I was lucky enough to head west out to Colorado for an old friend’s wedding. I decided to stretch the trip into 9 days of traveling, fly fishing, hiking and visiting old friends and places. Long story short I fished the Eagle, Crystal, Gunnison, Roaring Fork, and Arkansas rivers, and high mountain lakes and a few ranch lakes. The main focus of the trip was the Roaring Fork in Aspen where I cut my guiding teeth, but also found a new favorite in the Arkansas, which is a very good river.
The fishing started off slow on the Eagle and Fork the first few days, then continuously got better culminating in probably the best day I’ve ever had on the Fork, hooking 18 fish and landing 8 on Labor Day. The Fork is insanely technical and difficult, with 6x flouro required to have any type of consistent success fishing size 18-22 flies this time of the year for some of the strongest trout I’ve ever hooked. My top fish from the Fork was an 18 inch bow, with lots of cookie cutter browns in the Arkansas and some 17 inch high mountain cut throats. I broke off ALOT of fish, including some big ones pushing 20 inches. Evidently I’m not as good with the 6x as I used to be… My top secret lake produced a 19" brown, which is small for that water. I also scored a Colorado slam, brown, brookie, bow and cutthroat all in one day.
Besides the fly fishing I visited the small town of Westcliffe in south central Colorado for the wedding, saw sun rise over the Black Canyon of the Gunnison River National Park, finally checked out Crested Butter for an afternoon, put 1400 miles on my rental car and saw lots of old friends in and around Aspen. I sure as hell do miss it out there and think about moving back often. My old boss even said my spot on the guide list is still there if I want it. Tempting!
Highlight of the trip was my friend’s wedding as well as the epic Labor Day fishing capped off by a drunk kickball game in an Aspen park with a bunch of old friends. Low point of the trip was learning of a former guide