Oct 29, 2011

Try to Imagine

Driving in the dark, in a nasty Colorado snow storm, for four hours... Fly fishing one of the most beautiful rivers in the state, for no longer than six solid hours... Turning back the way you came from, then driving back down that four hour trail to get home... All the while...
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?

5 comments:

Colorado Angler said...

Dude...high country got pounded. And yeah, I can totally imagine it...you, driving through the heart of it to toss some flies. You're a mad man, Josh!

It's an addiction as much as anything...and when it calls you have to answer. Whether is sun, sleet, rain or snow.

Sounds like it was a productive day and well worth the drive. And even better that you made it home safe.

Jim Browning said...

Josh ~ It was a pleasure sharing this day with you, from the morning drive to the excitement in your voice as you carefully made your way home. Thanks for the fun!

Jim

Sanders said...

That is some good stuff right there! Well done.

Charlie L. said...

Nice read, jealous of trips like that

THE RIVER DAMSEL said...

Not only imagine it...I lived it today! What die hards we are with these flyrods... : )