ijsouth
08-13-2011, 12:34 AM
The goal was the end of Turquoise Lake, the Timberline Lake trail, and Lake Fork:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0132.jpg
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0121.jpg
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0129.jpg
I found Lake Fork to be a delightful stream, if a bit full from the delayed snowmelt. It wasn't long before I had my first customer:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0123.jpg
There were many more to follow. Lake Fork was a restoration effort, much like Lynn Camp in the Smokies, only this time, the eradication target was the brookies; apparently, they out-compete the cutts for the best feeding lanes, and after taking a few Greenbacks, I could see why. First of all, the cutts seem to want to avoid any hint of fast water, even if it means avoiding the best feeding station in a pool. Secondly, they sip in their morsels with all the urgency of a Yoga master on valium - to say that they feed deliberately is an understatement. Many a time I've seen a spec race across a pool for a meal - not these fish. Now, once hooked, they fought with spirit, but I can see how the brookies can crowd them out of a stream in only a few years.
I had such a good time, bringing about 15 to hand in about 90 minutes, that I decided to come back the next day, before I had to head back. In the meantime, after three days of sleeping either in my car or on the ground, I was ready to spoil myself with a hotel room and a hot bath. Unfortunately, there was something going on in Leadville, and no rooms were to be had there. I went on down to Buena Vista - same story. Finally, 50 miles later, I was in Salida, where for the bargain price of $165, I had a room...I was too tired to argue.
The next day, I was able to fish for another couple of hours at Lake Fork; my one regret was not having the time to continue up the ridgeline to Timberline Lake - I've never sampled stillwater trout fishing. Unfortunately, I had to go. I headed up for I70, passed through the Eisenhower Tunnel, got through Denver as quickly as possible, and headed out to the plains. Along the way, I tracked a massive thunderstorm for 50 miles. It was pretty, with a double rainbow, and it looked like I would just clip the edge of it:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0133.jpg
Unfortunately, the road bent right into its path - heavy rain, hail, and winds of at least 70MPH, with no trees to put a dent in it. Awesome, but a bit scary.
The next day found me passing through the parched landscape of Oklahoma, Arkansas, and North Louisiana. Passing through the little town of Homer, Louisiana, I saw this out of the corner of my eye and just had to capture the image:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0134.jpg
I felt a little bit like Robert Duvall in the movie:
http://youtu.be/WirclNop_hA
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0132.jpg
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0121.jpg
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0129.jpg
I found Lake Fork to be a delightful stream, if a bit full from the delayed snowmelt. It wasn't long before I had my first customer:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0123.jpg
There were many more to follow. Lake Fork was a restoration effort, much like Lynn Camp in the Smokies, only this time, the eradication target was the brookies; apparently, they out-compete the cutts for the best feeding lanes, and after taking a few Greenbacks, I could see why. First of all, the cutts seem to want to avoid any hint of fast water, even if it means avoiding the best feeding station in a pool. Secondly, they sip in their morsels with all the urgency of a Yoga master on valium - to say that they feed deliberately is an understatement. Many a time I've seen a spec race across a pool for a meal - not these fish. Now, once hooked, they fought with spirit, but I can see how the brookies can crowd them out of a stream in only a few years.
I had such a good time, bringing about 15 to hand in about 90 minutes, that I decided to come back the next day, before I had to head back. In the meantime, after three days of sleeping either in my car or on the ground, I was ready to spoil myself with a hotel room and a hot bath. Unfortunately, there was something going on in Leadville, and no rooms were to be had there. I went on down to Buena Vista - same story. Finally, 50 miles later, I was in Salida, where for the bargain price of $165, I had a room...I was too tired to argue.
The next day, I was able to fish for another couple of hours at Lake Fork; my one regret was not having the time to continue up the ridgeline to Timberline Lake - I've never sampled stillwater trout fishing. Unfortunately, I had to go. I headed up for I70, passed through the Eisenhower Tunnel, got through Denver as quickly as possible, and headed out to the plains. Along the way, I tracked a massive thunderstorm for 50 miles. It was pretty, with a double rainbow, and it looked like I would just clip the edge of it:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0133.jpg
Unfortunately, the road bent right into its path - heavy rain, hail, and winds of at least 70MPH, with no trees to put a dent in it. Awesome, but a bit scary.
The next day found me passing through the parched landscape of Oklahoma, Arkansas, and North Louisiana. Passing through the little town of Homer, Louisiana, I saw this out of the corner of my eye and just had to capture the image:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/Colorado%202011/DSCF0134.jpg
I felt a little bit like Robert Duvall in the movie:
http://youtu.be/WirclNop_hA