Cold Creek rainbow in his spring "apparel"
The continuing weather schizophrenia we’re experiencing this spring was flip-flopping from a wet sixty degrees to a warm and sunny eighty. Yesterday it rained on the way to work, today was forecast to be glorious. I couldn’t help but set the alarm for 5:20am and try one more Cold Creek trip before the real southern Nevada heat sets in.
|Wild Cold Creek stallion|
|Elk on the flats of Cold Creek|
|Cow elk trotting away with head raised, as if insulted by my presence|
|I never knew elk roam the high desert |
amongst the Joshua Trees, well below the timber
For a change I was the first on the water. I brought my six-foot, four weight rod with me. I had so much fun fishing it at Cold Creek a couple of weeks ago I just had to run up there again. I started out with my full sinking line and managed to catch quite a few. Then a gentleman named Chad showed up, a fellow fly fisherman. He had started out with dry flies, and I decided to switch over, too. There was more surface activity than usual due to the warming temperatures. I caught several on a small Adams dry fly, about size eighteen. Soon another fly fisherman arrived, and the three of us had the pond to ourselves, casting away and releasing all we caught.
|Nice trout for Cold Creek, on an Adams dry fly|
Close up of Adams firmly attached to corner of another trout's mouth
Eventually I removed the dry fly and started casting nymphs again, but this time with the floating line. This technique prevents the fly from getting down deep, which is usually where I want it on a pond. But the surface activity was continuing and I thought a sub-surface fly would get a little more action than the dry, which it did.
|Healthy trout on a nymph, a slightly used, ragged nymph|
One nice aspect of this blog is that some folks recognize me from it. Most folks, and especially men, are quiet and aloof in the outdoors. When we run across strangers we’ll exchange a pleasant “hello”, but rarely stop to engage in conversation. But this blog serves as an ice-breaker. If someone thinks they recognize me they actually stop to ask. It’s an effective way to disarm those social defenses. Once I confirm my identity, the conversation opens up because they feel as though they know me, or at least something about me. Well, at least that was the case today as both fly fishers, Chad and Nick, had read my blog and identified me from the stories and pictures. Both had started fly fishing about a year ago, and from what I could tell they were getting reasonably proficient in their casting and caught numerous trout. What is great about fly fishing is that no matter how long you’ve been doing it, you are always learning more. It could be learning the single or double-haul cast, or how to nymph with strike indicators or droppers, or even the nuances of still water vs. stream fishing. And then, after you have trout mastered there are bass, pan fish, steelhead, and salmon. Or how about bonefish and tarpon? It is as if the learning is never ending. It’s like a perpetual adventure laced with challenges and surprises.
|Jeweled 9.5 inch rainbow|
No matter how I slice it, today was a true gift from the Lord, a little jewel of an adventure. I savor days like today because we do not know the day or the hour.