On the 22cd of Sept., I woke up realizing that I am now a year older. I'm now 55. And of course I took the day off to fish, but where to go? I wanted something different.
As many times as I have driven I-70 west through the Rocky Mountains here in Colorado, always check out Clear Creek running along the Interstate and I have always told myself that one of these days I should fish it. So I did.
There were many fishing the creek and I thought I was never going to find a place to spend the day but I eventually did and saw no others fishing around me, and it wasn't like I found a secret spot either.
I took my 3wt and in no time at all I had a willing fish on the line.
Fishing was pretty good, caught about a dozen browns averaging 12 inches or so. The weather was nice and the creek was low enough to just wet wade for the day.
They started off hitting soft hackled flies in the morning, and by the mid day the fish changed their choice in meals so I changed to a Para Adams and started catching a few more. I did happen to catch one rainbow.
When the sun started to go down I headed home for home made lasagna and cake after. Later on I settled in with a glass of scotch and thought about my next trip.