Yesterday, business took me over to Boulder. Of course, it was only another 5 minutes to the lower end of Boulder Canyon so I decided to take the fly rod along (it really was a no-brainer!!!). Arriving streamside around 7:00, I knew the light would fast be fading. The resident browns were at their most gullible as the low light not only made it hard for me to see my fly, but also made it harder for the fish to spot me.
In probably the second or third pocket that I fished, the first small brown struck. I was fishing my favorite 8' 4 weight with one of my favorite nymphs for Colorado, the Mustard John. The little guy was momentarily airborn when I set a bit harder than necessary.
Continuing up the creek, I received one half-hearted tap on the nymph and decided to try a dry. Out came the Yellow Neversink Caddis and almost immediately I had a fish hit. Continuing up the creek in the fading light, I pulled little brown trout out of only the deepest and darkest of pockets as the fish are all on high alert with the low water levels. My best fish came from a very predictable deep dark hole and paused long enough for a photograph. It was a classically beautiful little brown. Soon I intend to venture further afield in search of some larger browns. In the meantime, this is not a bad way to spend 45 minutes!!!