Just came back from Colorado a few weeks ago. Fishing was good. I fished one fly for seven days straight and had no difficulty hooking up with trout during the entire trip. The fly of choice was a Royal coachman dry fly tied in size 16 or 18. There was no red thread in the middle of the fly. The tail of the fly was orange pheasant tips. The mangled fly had wings that sat sideways on the fly by the end of the week. The peacock herl was almost bare, having lost nearly all of the barbs due to countless encounters with fish. The fish at higher altitudes weren’t fussy eaters at all. It was like catching bluegill on a pond everywhere I went. I dropped my decade old camera in the water on day one of the trip. I resorted to using a cell phone to capture images.



This is the first brook trout I have ever caught. While some of you guys catch them all the time, I was excited about catching these little guys. Unfortunately they are not native to Colorado and are displacing the native cuthroat.
A Twofer. Two trout, one net. Royal coachman dry with a size 22 zebra midge dropper. Bang, bang. Brookie, brookie.
What they were eating.
13,309 ft. Beautiful mountain lake.
Temps at night in the 30s. Day highs in the 60s. There was still a little snow at higher elevations. It beat the Louisiana heat for sure.


It is pretty up in the high country.
I enjoyed fishing beaver ponds, high mountain lakes, and the upper Animas river. What a great way to spend a week.