Salida, Colorado

We spent the day Sunday in Salida, Colorado and the surrounding countryside and what a great place that appears to be. I recall about 20 years ago the downtown was fading and buildings were all in disrepair, the river was gouged out and ugly and the park run down.

The locals took it upon themselves to turn that around and a concerted effort was put into place to make that happen. I am happy to report that it looks absolutely stunning. The buildings are not only in great repair but full of stores and were mostly OPEN on Sunday for the tourists and locals.  

We noticed that the downtown has become a gathering place for families and outdoor activities with bike trails, kayaking, swimming in the river, a wonderful park with green grass and a band shell for concerts.  

The river has been remodeled into a kayak course with the needed rapids and waterfalls and kids and adults alike were swimming in the currents and eddys. and having a blast.

The one thing you notice about Salida is people were not afraid of change. Most towns these days don't want any change and a lot of times that has to do with control of the local happenings and economy. I have seen this happen dozens of times where small towns have a chance at an industry for growth but often say, "we don't want those kind of people coming to our town." Well those kind of ppl are ppl with money who spend it freely and keep your town viable, the grocery stores open and shops and motels full.  

You either move forward now or backward. There is no standing still. And the competition for those dollars is even more intense too as there is less being spent on vacations and other activities by tourists or others.  

 

The Rivers are Black

Well folks, its actually happening. The ash from the fires has found its way down into the Rio Grande and the South Fork of the Rio Grande and both rivers are running black with ash from the fires. I first noticed this over a week ago and it was like coffee grounds suspended in the water but now, its black water flowing and the bottom is not even visible.

I did wade some of this two days ago and the bottom too is covered with a tarry slime. My concern and that of the biologist is that this will eventually kill all the bugs and other organisms in the river and with no food, the fish will die for sure. The other concern is this soot is probably filling the fish gills and will suffocate the fish sooner or later.  

Trout are not the hardiest of specimens and require cleaner water than most fish to survive. The river temperature has also risen to the point where they will have a hard time making it due to the color and how that absorbs heat on sunny days. I honestly believe we will lose the entire trout population in both rivers and some of the area streams. There are still plenty of streams and lakes to fish so don't panic.  

This is part of the natural flow of things in a forest and wilderness environment and man has to learn that some things are just out of our control. The rivers may die off but eventually, they will come back and the fish will return as it did in Yellowstone after the fires there. We are so used to fast answers in our instant society and so waiting on a natural disaster to straighten itself out seems so so hard.  

I will be posting a news article that I am writing for the area newspaper along with photos so you all can visualize better just what I am talking about. Heavy rains today up the valley toward Creede will make more runoff a possibility and heavy ash flow also a danger.

Fishing with The Boys

My cousin's two boys are here in South Fork visiting their grandmother and of course, they have enough energy for several of us put together. Mom and grandma wore out yesterday and so I took the boys and we went up on Park Creek to try a little fly fishing.

Its so hard for those two women to take the boys up on the streams to fish and they worry too much about them and wont let them experience the frustrations and solve their own problems with lost flies, leaders stuck in trees and all the things you have to master on your own. They are 12 years old and its time they learn those skills if they are to master the sport.  

We parked and after a coin toss to determine choice, one of them went down stream and one started at the truck. I drove on up the creek to a better access point for me an told them to fish up to me and see how we were doing at that point.  

I stepped down next to the stream and immediately was onto a nice 10 inch brown. We had rigged up with basically the same flies before starting. A #16 Royal Coachman or #16 Elk Hair Caddis on top and #14 Bead Head Prince Nymph on the bottom. After I caught and released about 8 fish, I got a knot in my leader that I just could not work out and so cut my line and tied on just the caddis dry fly as that was what was drawing the most attention. Many times, in the smaller streams, two flies are just too much to handle and its just more productive and easier to fish with one fly at that juncture.

I continued up the small stream and ended up with 14 fish all but one being 10 to 12 inches. Not huge but typical of these area streams and great sport on a light rod and line. The boys finally caught up with me and had each caught fish so it was a successful outing. They had their problems with tangles and lost flies but such is dry fly fishing in small streams with overhanging trees set to snag every cast.  

We only fished about two hours and its so nice to live close enough to the streams to be able to do that and get home for other commitments later in the day. I believe that the middle part of the day is best in those small streams as the longer we fished, the less bites and attacks on the flies.  The warm sun on the middle part of the day signals small insect hatches and I am sure that triggers the bite.  

Today long slow rainy morning and so I have not had a chance to get out much. Chores and writing duties keeping me busy and chatting with kids and friends on facebook keeping me updated on their lives. What a wondrous tool the internet has become.  

These intermountain showers will continue through mid August and so one has to just be patient for those stellar days that frequent the area. Grab a rod and get out there on your first opportunity and get a few fish for me.  

Logger Days in South Fork 2

Yesterday brought over 20 contestants from as far away as Arkansas, Arizona and other state to vie for the title of best logger. The competitions were great and fun to watch. Today will wrap up the competition with point totals from both days determining the winners. I will share more after the results are in.

I was asked to be the announcer both days and it was fun yesterday to get to know the competitors and other ppl helping with the event. One thing they did was the sawdust scramble.  

In this event, toys and money were hidden in as sawdust pile and kids got to try and find it. After the event, the parents got to search the sawdust for their kids...hah. They were fun to watch and I believe every child found something of value to them.  

If you are close, come on over and watch at 11 as the loggers saw, cut and climb.  

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Fishing South Fork and Creede Colorado.

We have seen another excellent week of fishing here in the Rio Grande basin both from the shore, by boat and also wade fishing the streams. Power baits are all producing limits of nice rainbows in the area lakes. The newer styles of that bait made by Gulp which look like a small rubber pea are really easy to use and stay on the hook so much better than the standard power bait type formula. I recommend three of the pearl sized beads on a number 6 hook and about 3 small split shot to get it out and on the bottom of the lake. These baits last a long long time and if you use some good needle nose pliers, you will be able to recover your hook, bait and all from the fish you catch.

A good fly and bubble combo is also producing limits on days with overcast skies and a slight ripple on the water. My girlfriend Paula loves to fish like this and has done quite well lately fishing in the evening with this rig.  

Spinners, Rapala's, Needlefish and gold castmaster spoons also working well trolled or from the bank. A slow retrieve will bring nice fish to the net and make for a great meal if you so choose.  

Fly fishing is slow on most days as the rivers are low. The water is hotter than normal and the fish become sluggish in moving to dry flies. A good dry fly on top and dropper with a Prince Nymph still seems to be producing fish if a slow approach is used.  

For more or specific information, please feel free to fill out the contact form and I will get back to you as soon as possible. My goal is to make it easy for everyone to catch fish and have a great time.  

Nine pound Rainbow Trout caught on a Number 5 Rapala. Now this is a nice fish and very rare these days.

Nine pound Rainbow Trout caught on a Number 5 Rapala. Now this is a nice fish and very rare these days.

Logger Days in South Fork

This morning marks the annual Logger Days in South Fork Colorado which is a tribute to the men and women who established the mountain regions and supplied the nation with the lumber needed to make it what it is today.

We often forget that everything we do and have comes from the earth in one form or another. From the plastics and gas and metal that makes up our cars to the lumber and other products that build our houses to the food that graces our tables, it all comes from the earth. Much of it like the agriculture and forestry is renewable. If properly managed, we can make it produce over and over again and oftentimes at a much higher rate than was previously done thereby providing for more people per acre in production. In 1950 the average farmer fed about 29 ppl worldwide. Today that same farmer feeds 155 people. The same is true of the timber industry. With the advent of the timber farms in the nation, lumber companies can produce more wood products than ever before with far less waste. One company in Georgia is even using the leftover branches from logging for sugar production. So we see that progress has definitely changed even this old industry. 

Today, we celebrate the methods used for many generations with crosscut and axe competitions and I sure appreciate how hard the men must have worked in the past harvesting trees.  

Recently, Paula and I were up on an old road in the mountains here and found an area that had been cut probably 30 years ago. The new growth was spaced out more than what was previously there and there was a lot of grass and other browse for the elk and deer and other animals. Also, there was no beetle kill in this area. This is a huge observation as some of the forest here is approaching 100% kill from those beetles. That makes a forest virtually worthless for any use including wildlife and also is a real factor in snow melting faster without the shade from the trees and faster runoff due to the dead trees not using any water. By not cutting out the dead trees when it started, we basically are going to lose an entire forest.  

That is what caused the fires of late and will continue to be an issue for the next 20 years I believe.  

So come celebrate with us those men and women who helped to build this nation, eat some great food and buy some superb crafted items at the booths there. The day is gorgeous with Rocky Mountain blue skies and light breeze.  

The hungry logger carving withstood the fires and is a reminder of the hard work that built America.

Flyfishing Mountain Streams as a Disabled Person

I have thought quite a lot about the problems of the disabled and the difficulty they find in accessing streams where they can fly fish. Several life experiences led me to the point where I could see a need for this avenue for not only the disabled from an accident event or those who might suffer from some form of birth disorder or illness but also for the elderly. I have watched my own father age and now he has a hard time wading the area streams too. Another life changing even in my personal life was when I became injured and had to restrict my activities also. Suddenly I had a personal interest in looking at ways that a disabled person can still enjoy the outdoors. We tend to think its an all or nothing endeavor and often because of that, we miss out on opportunities whereby people with limited mobility can excel also. When I started to look into this issue more it reminded me of a funny occurrence in my own life before I was hurt. I never thought on that day that what happened would be of any value but I am finding that the more I think about it, the more ideas I get as to helping the physically impaired do more things outdoors. One day, when we were on a family vacation, my son Kody and I were driving up one of the small creeks along the dirt road and my brother in laws were following us in their truck. We had joked about how easy it was to catch trout to those two and as we came down the road, I saw a place where the stream was right next to the edge of the road and told my son, "I bet I can catch one right out of the window". He laughed and the bet was on. I pulled over and stuck my fly rod out the window and about two casts later had my first trout. My brother in laws behind us could not believe their eyes and of course, they have remembered that to this day and it often is told by them to other people. Was that luck? Maybe getting one in two casts yes, but I knew that there were fish in there and that no one fished that as its right beside the road. Below you can see a picture of that spot and its easy then to see how that was possible. As you can see, the road is right alongside a gorgeous clear water trout stream with pools and riffles that hold trout year round and would be easily accessible to even a wheelchair bound individual. I often remarked that I should start a guide service and find those spots where a person with disabilities can catch a trout on a fly rod. All of the access I have seen provided by government agencies has been on the area lakes and while I do appreciate the efforts, it does not provide stream side fly fishing to those who might want to pursue that aspect. I also had the opportunity to visit my cousin in Avon/Vail and noticed that there are often concrete walkways right alongside the streams even going through town. While you might laugh at fishing right in town, I have found those spots to be overlooked and underfished. With just a little bit of assistance, people of all abilities can find a spot to fish.

The Last Cattle Drive Into Dodge City, Kansas

The great cattle drives from Texas to the railheads in Kanas shaped the towns and westward movement of people as the railroads extended their tracks across the Great Plains. Each time the railroad would add track, the herders could cut miles off of the drive and thereby save time and weight loss off of the cattle they were rounding up and bringing north to the stockyards.

Texas had an abundance of wild cattle ranging throughout the brush and wild and rugged country within its territory and those cattle were in demand in the markets of Kansas City and Chicago for a nation growing by leaps and bounds. Not only were they valued for their meat but also for the hides they provided as the belts that drove industrial machinery were all made of leather in those days before rubber and synthetics were discovered.  

So the cowboys, many just young boys, would round up a herd of from several hundred to several thousand head and move them slowly north over the uninhabited plains to the nearest rail road. Abilene, Kansas was one such place early on and the wild demeanor of that town from so many young and restless cowhands arriving at once is well known. Wichita also had its heyday with the cattle drives and suffered through the growing up period until the railroad established a point farther west thereby drawing the herds and cowboys away from that town.

The primary reason for the moves of the cattle drives farther and farther west was that the cattle arriving from Texas had tick fever or at least carried the ticks responsible for that disease. The legislature made a law denying access to any areas in the eastern part of the state to keep the disease out of the domestic herds. So Dodge, way out west in no mans land, was a perfect place to take the herds to load on the trains for market.  But also, the settlement of Eastern Kansas and Oklahoma by people wanting to farm, made it more difficult to move large herds across the landscape without conflict on farms along the way. So the drovers moved their trails west to avoid the growing populations and Dodge City, being out on the edge of nowhere, was a good stop for them to load cattle for shipment.

There were countless cattle drives into Dodge and most of the time, the herds would stage up some miles from town until the railroad was ready to load them. That might take a week or two and so the herd had to have grass and water during the time they waited for the train cars to arrive. Finally, even the great drives began to dwindle and the day came that the last cattle drive arrived in Dodge City. 

The year was 1894 and my grandfather was 5 years old at the time. He had some older brothers and between them they were responsible for the town herd. My great grandfather had a section of land in what is not the center of Dodge City but in those days was still prairie. It was fenced and the town herd was kept there by agreement. The Kirkpatrick boys would go out each morning before school and collect the milk cows owned by each person in town and deliver them to the houses to be milked. Then they would round them up and take them back to the pasture for the day so they could graze. In those days, if you wanted milk, you had your own cow and of course it supplied butter and cheese to the more industrious owners.  

I cannot imagine having to round up those cows and take them to each house. Then wait for the return trip all before school.  

So anyway, on this day in 1894, the last trail herd arrived in Dodge and somehow they got put in the same pasture as the town herd of milk cows. Imagine the boys surprise in the morning when they went to gather the milk cows and there were 2,000 angry wild longhorn steers and cows mixed in with the herd. My grandfather always told about how scared he was sorting those cows out as the longhorns were virtually wild beasts having lived most of their lives on the range. They did their job as there was no getting out of it back in those days and the rest, so the say, is history.  

Longhorn statue in Dodge City where front street used to be.

Longhorn statue in Dodge City where front street used to be.

Texas Bluecat Fishing

Sunday morning, my son Kody and his friend Michael found themselves out on an area Texas lake looking for Stripers and Hybrids. They had netted some bait at 5 a.m. and were ready for about anything. They looked for and found large schools of fish but they were all full of the millions of baitfish on the fish finder.

Knowing the fish habits, they went looking for some blue cat action instead. What they found, as you can see from the picture, was willing and hungry blue cats. They told me they had to switch off rods on some of the fish as they would strip all their line off of their reels which required chasing the fish with the motor. That is some great action let me tell you.  

The largest was over 30 pounds and will make excellent table fare blackened or grilled either one. These two guys usually have the low down on the Texas fishing so if you need some pointers, let me know and I will find out for you.  

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Hike into a Hidden Lake

This past Saturday, my cousin Andy and his family hiked into a small hidden lake high up in the mountains. This lake is only about an acre or two in size and sits in a depression surrounded by tall spruce and aspen making it very difficult to find.

Paula was the leader for the day and she led them back into the lake thru a maze of downed timber and ferns and blow downs. The finally arrived at their destination and began a two or three hour bonanza of Brook Trout fishing.