Jan 24, 2012
New Polls are up
Just pointing out the latest set of polls running on the side bar. You can vote more than once but use yer head and don't get carried away.
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Jan 16, 2012
The Missing 200r
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Jan 15, 2012
New Fishing Polls
Ya don't really think I'm talking fishing poles do you?
"Bigger fish" is to "Bigerrfish" as "Polls is to Poles"
Nope"... First of all, it's not a pole, never was and will never be. It's a rod.
Polls on the right side bar of my site have expired and are now closed. I will leave the results up for visitors to review. I will then post the results titled "Poll Results" and my twisted thoughts on them as well. A day or two later, new polls with new questions, will be up and running. I have some great ideas for this go around!
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Jan 2, 2012
First Fish of Twenty12
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Dec 22, 2011
Repost- Check this out
http://chasintrout.blogspot.com/2011/12/check-this-out_20.html
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Dec 20, 2011
Like Jagger
Saturday was a day like that when fishing conditions were tough, the weather was rough, the water was cold.
Fish were there... Easy to see, not so easy to feed. After fiddling with my rig and changing bugs a bunch, the began to come.
In Numbers!
Found a groove and caught em...
Like Jagger!
All the other kids..... ok ok enough's enough... Here is a little video to clear things up...
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Dec 16, 2011
New Issue of Kype Magazine
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Dec 9, 2011
A Cold 12-07-11
Low temp for the day was 9 degrees and the high was a balmy 21.7 degrees...

I would be fishing on this Wednesday regardless of the temperature, I have been backed-up for lack of a better term and I need to fish at least one day a week even though two doesn't feel like near enough.
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Dec 8, 2011
Go Make Babies
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Nov 29, 2011
Gummy Pig Stickers
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Nov 14, 2011
Blog roll Malfunction
Thanks to all who run my blog on their sidebar!
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Nov 10, 2011
I Already Skinned This Cow Dad
We had to get out for an hour or two on Wednesday evening and find a tug.
My son Dylan Beat me dressed and had his boots good and tight...
Jumping in the river like it's where he wants to be, Rod in hand and sure feet, He un-hangs his flies from the guides, throws some fly line from the reel to the water.
He stands and stares at the riffle before him... With confidence in the flies and all of life's troubles in the review mirror.
Tiny flies are presented to a fish by a boy in hopes of catching it. Catching against its own will, with his own.
Early that morning I was sitting at the bench making up some small worm larva like flies... Dylan comes in and sits down to look at the flies scattered ac cross a magnetic pad... After fondling a few he holds one up, looks at me, pauses, then says "Dad you know what we need"... "What's that bud?" I reply. He says to me, "I think we need some bright green ones with a blue line in the thorax area...
Three of those hit the magnet!...
We fished them...
And they work!
After hooking up with 5 fish and landing three of those... The boys hands were cold and he passes the rod... I made about a dozen casts with one short hook up with a good rainbow. It took the fly near my body made a splash and that was that... Three more casts with no strikes and I tried to give back the rod... With a snicker in his voice, Dylan says,, "Nope!.. you catch a fish"... For the first time I felt pressure and wound up flustered, got a tangle or two and wasn't hooking up... With a 10 year old boy watching over my shoulder I could hardly cast or mend... After missing a strike a look back and he just gives a slow shake of his head much like I have done to him... Frustrated even more I make two more casts... Stick my flies in a tree on one and tangle the leader on the next... I look back to see if I'm getting another head shake or a shoulder shrug. But...
He's gone... He's down stream with the other rod... Bare handed even and mine are so cold they are past starting to hurt...
He hooks up with two more fish. Then tells me that we are ready to go... I walk down to him and throw my flies in the seam that he is now finished with... "what ya doin Dad?" he says... "well I have a little more weight on than you, wanna see if there is anything hiding down there" He replay's back to me with, "I ALREADY SKINNED THIS COW"
I followed him out just like I followed him in...
Who's teaching who?
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Nov 2, 2011
It got Cold
Had a great day on the water harassing the browns and making the rainbows fly...
I felt the seasons change today in my home town and I think its time to tie some little junks... Say a poison tung or a lazy boy... perhaps the green things need beefed up... as well as some of those, that and these...
The water will remain skinny for a while and the sneaky angler will prosper.
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Oct 29, 2011
Try to Imagine
An early, angry, Colorado winter storm sets in and Snow falls with the intention of covering the ground...
A static filled radio station, a warm cup of coffee and a truck full of fly rods was all I had, and all I needed.

The long morning started with heavy snow as I climbed the first of three passes. Slowing me to a dangerous 35 miles per hour, on a deer infested highway, I plug along until I reach the last town before my fishing destination...
I Whipped in to a Micky D's with a coupon for a Mcmuffin but an appetite for trout.
As the door shut behind me, I sensed something in the air... I slow my walk to the order line, like a dog with it's nose in the air.
With a felling of resent against winter conditions, my face wears a look of disgust. My head, full of wishes it was the middle of summer again and every part of me, not willing to welcome the pretty white stuff on the ground...
I'm gladly standing in line after sitting for more than three hours, the same time giving the McDonald's menu that silly stare, like I had been given the road as snow flakes whizzed in and out of the headlights...
As I continue to investigate that "something in the air" I realize that it's simply the people in the room giving off joy!
Joy of the seasons changing... The feeling of the first snow sitting in their own front yards. The welcoming sounds of boots being stomped and mittens being slapped together. Every face had a smile and every group was deep in winter conversation and laughter...
In one corner you have three old guys adamantly arguing about what the farmers almanac says about this year and predicting spring already... In the other corner you have three young lady's on their way to school, wearing scarfs and boots with the fur, warming up with a cup of cocoa while giggling on the web with their i somethin's. On the back wall you have some tourists that have on more clothes than I will wear fishing and all new stuff. They are planning their snowy activities and destinations reminding anyone who can overhear that they are not from around her and not used to it... Hey! that's what search and rescue is for right?
As I breath this "stuff in the air" I begin to feel the welcoming of winter upon myself. I felt this overwhelming power of befriending the cold like those around me.
I grabbed my small sack with a sandwich and a napkin inside and turned toward the door... One last breath as I opened it and walked into the storm. Head to the wind I let the snow blast me in the face as I approached the truck I took a look in the back, to view the items that will be participating in the winter activities. Climbed in the drivers seat and put focus the task at hand...

With less than an hour left to drive I had a serious attitude change at Mickey D's and really wanted to get on the water...
I jumped out of the pickup and grabbed an arm load of gear and stuffed it in to the cab, hopped back in and got geared up. My fishing partner was there soon after and we went for the fish with a one dollar bet on the first fish, which I lost...
The snow fell hard all day long and the fishing was far better than expected. We both caught more brown trout than we could count and had everything in the book happen to us from large fish leaping and shaking the hook to three dinks in three casts... They wouldn't eat just anything and didn't want everything so we had to change flies from time to time to stay productive...
I fished small flies and Nate fished larger, we worked the water well and stayed focused on fishing while the weather did its progressing from bad to worse...
Over 10 inches of snow fell that day... Fell on the shoulders of a man who wanted to catch a fish.
Then, headed back where I came from.

Can you Imagine it?
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Oct 20, 2011
Wednesday Tuggin
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Oct 8, 2011
Fat High Mountain Trout
I took advantage of the chance to fish up in the high country and managed to pull some fish that beat my record in size. Although I did not find that large September brown at 9,000 ft I did find one dink to prove that they are still there.
The rainbows were fat and full, hanging in fast water runs they are getting fatter by the minute...
I make a point to visit the high country at least once a year an usually in the fall season... This was my second outing up here this year and the weather says its probably the last.
The day was ended by the frustration of leaves on my lines and leaders on every drift. As the wind picked up it only got worse...
Seen an elk on the hill while walking back to the pickup...
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Sep 30, 2011
Big ol September Browns
After floating through a nice run I whipped the boat to the bank and walked back up there... It was a tough wade but I made it all the way across and up river... I got three casts in there before the big brownie wanted to take me back down to the boat... Held the rod high and went for the ride where Matt was anxiously waiting with the big red net. It smashed the Rick Takahashi Go2 Prince in the color purple, size 16.
Each September kicks me in the behind, all right around the 20Th it's like I can barely breath. Fishing gets on my mind heavier than any other time and I drop all my problems on the floor of the garage and switch them for new ones. Load up too much stuff, add one more thing that I have no use for and row a heavy boat down the river in search of fish that don't like people..
What a problem huh?
By the end of the day we had nearly seen it all... fish flying out of the water, but missing the fly, twice. Two of us walking a flat and targeting specific rising trout, Monster browns willing to eat right on a re-cast.. ohhh "ya blew it"...
The net got wet...
We fished three rods and shared them all.. One rigged with Nymphs, fishing 6 to 8 feet deep... A dry fly rig, and the curtain climber sat in the bottom and wasn't needed.
This is the third year in a row that I have seen a massive toad hatch on the sandy beaches of the river..
I threw a few of them out for a swim and watched as they didn't make it past the riffles before getting Kablooshed!
It was a perfect day for me and the photo below may show where my mind is and how I feel at the moment.
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Sep 28, 2011
Fishing With Clyde
We floated on big blue and pulled a fair number of fish during a really long day... So long that I actually heard the words "bro, I'm about feeshed out" So Clyde took the oars and I took the stand.
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Sep 22, 2011
Monster Trout Living Thier Lives
This is what it looks like when were not there...
I watched these trout for longer than I care to admit. The most interesting part of it is the way that they use each other to direct food to their mouths. Like moving rocks, these fish were switching places like a flock of geese heading south and using the other ones position to gain energy and create tiny drifts of food. Pretty wild stuff.
This was during a trip to the cold spot in Colorado with a good friend and blogger ColoradoAngler
Why I was marveling at the big trout by a rock.. Ron was on the other side doing the right thing.
Last Minute Plans Kick Ass!
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Sep 18, 2011
Fishing Photos On Canvas
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