|The "town" of Cold Creek, south of the pond|
My new work schedule was producing a four-day weekend for Presidents Day, but the forecast called for rain starting Friday evening. Just for fun I ran up to Cold Creek after dropping Evan off at school this morning. It seemed calm in the valley; although I knew it would be in the mid-thirties up there. Unfortunately, at 7:30am the wind was whipping pretty good off the northern end of the Spring Mountains.
My favorite rod, 7.5 feet 4 weight
The diversion channel inlet starting to freeze over
After about the fifth or sixth strip on that first cast I hooked a nice little rainbow, maybe close to eleven inches long. It was caught on a Callibaetis nymph. It was the only fish of the day because twenty minutes into the fishing I was starting to lose my finger agility. They had that burning feeling just before they go totally numb. I decided I was finished.
|Rainbow on Rickard's Callibaetis Nymph|
|First cast, first (and only) trout|
Perhaps by the afternoon the wind might have died down, so if any of you Vegas fly fishermen made it up there maybe you had a good time. As for me this morning, someone once said any time out of the city and in the country is good time.
|Ubiquitous Cold Creek feral horses|
|A cold FisherDad at Cold Creek|