Cold Creek rainbow in his spring "apparel." These stocked fish are amazingly colorful, a testimony
to the methods used at the Nevada Department of Wildlife's fish hatchery in Mason Valley.
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 5:20 am and try one more Cold Creek trip before the real southern Nevada heat sets in.
|Feral Cold Creek stallion getting the grass right down to the roots.|
|An elk on the flats of Cold Creek's high desert in the northwest section|
of the Spring Mountain Range.
|This cow elk, trotting away with its head raised, displays an attitude that says, "Your presence here insults me."|
|I never knew elk will roam the high desert among the Joshua Trees, well below|
the timber. I assume its a migratory passage of sorts.
|A nice trout for Cold Creek, fooled by an Adams dry fly.|
A close up of the Adams firmly attached to corner of another trout's mouth.
|A healthy trout taken on a nymph, a slightly used and ragged nymph.|
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, each catching numerous trout. One of the things I enjoy about fly fishing is that no matter how long you’ve been doing it, you are always learning something new. It could be learning the single or double-haul cast, or how to fish a nymph with strike indicators or droppers. Even new discoveries about the nuances of still water vs. stream fishing will occasionally occur. And then, after you think you have mastered trout angling 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.
|A more typical stocked trout, but yet handsomely jeweled in color... a 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.