Wednesday, October 28, 2020
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
I knew we were in trouble this morning as I drove past Westerdoll Lake and watched a dozen geese standing on the middle of the pond. Then Walt called with the news that he'd spoken with a guy at the Walden Fly Shop, who reported temperatures hit 22 below last night and the Delaneys were about one-third iced over. Wind chill there hit about minus 45, which is kind of cold, even for Norm.
Colorado Highway 14 has reopened between north of Fort Collins and Walden. (We had planned to take the long way to Walden, through Laramie)
While fire activity in the immediate area has diminished, which allowed for the opening, CDOT crews will still need to clear some debris from the shoulders and do other road work to get the road ready for the winter snow season.
CDOT is strongly encouraging people NOT to be on the road unless necessary. All forest areas accessible from CO 14 are closed now due to the fire danger.
It's supposed to warm up a bit over the next few days; I'm thinking Rivers Edge should thaw out. And if we can get our float tubes out, there have to be some hungry fish waiting by the aerators. I can't believe I have spring fever already.
Let me know if you're interested. Bill
Monday, October 26, 2020
From The FishingWire, https://www.thefishingwire.com/features/c0796cb0-a861-40b5-8ee1-c4889e03b9ff
Saturday, October 24, 2020
Just saw this on inciweb. Note, though, that they’re urging everyone to not use it unless really necessary.
Okay, so it was 27 degrees when Jim Clune, Wayne Baranczki and I hit Dragonfly Saturday morning, and 37 when we headed for hot coffee. And the water is covered in a nasty black ash. Caught a few trout tho. Who wants to go tomorrow? I’ll sit that one out.
Friday, October 23, 2020
I know it's the weekend. But the darned kids and other homebound wretches we've shared the water with since March are probably going to be inside playing Tik Tok.
Despite an incredible amount of fishing pressure this spring, summer and fall, the fishing has generally held up pretty well at River's Edge. Even so, I haven't seen a trout there all fall. With the coming of cold, and the addition of timely stocking by our friends with Colorado Parks and Wildlife, that should change abruptly Saturday if we just get out and fish.
Timing is critical, Fellow Anglers. The temperature is only supposed to hit 24 degrees today, 21 on Sunday. But it'll be a balmy 35 degrees by 10 a.m. Saturday, and 54 by 2 o'clock, made even more balmy with winds pushing no more than 5 or 10 mph.
So unless we wake up to another ashfall, or Karol and Arnie get evacuated again, let's meet about 10 a.m. at Dragonfly, on the northeast corner by the little dock. I'll be easy to spot: the handsome gray-haired guy in a Loveland Fishing Club hat holding a bag of Gulp Minnows.
Know where we're going? River's Edge can be reached on the south side of First Street in Loveland, just east of Taft. Be there or naively wait until the high tops out at 12 degrees Monday... As they say on Game of Thrones, "Winter Is Coming."
Thursday, October 22, 2020
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Wednesday, October 21, 2020
LARAMIE - The Wyoming Game and Fish Department has reopened Lake Hattie to watercraft use effective immediately. The temporary restricted watercraft access was necessary to allow specialized aircraft to collect water from the lake to help with the Mullen Fire suppression efforts.
Incident Command on the Mullen Fire indicated they are no longer using Lake Hattie for air operations, so watercraft use can resume.
The Mullen Fire is currently 176,840 acres with approximately 34 percent containment. More than 800 fire personnel are battling the blaze. More details can be found on the Mullen Fire webpage.
Monday, October 19, 2020
Saturday, October 17, 2020
So Arnie and Karol were forced to evacuate Friday under attack from the historic Cameron Peak wildfire. Tom and Sheila were thinking of making a run for it, too, and packing a few things just in case. Meanwhile, the corona virus was beginning a frightening second run through the local citizenry, the drought was getting worse and, despite my earnest prayers, the election was still nearly three agonizing weeks away.
Under such bleak, Apocalyptic conditions, a guy has few alternatives. Fortunately one is to say "the hell with it," and go fishing. So this morning I simply had to scout around for one of the few bodies of local water that isn't either dried up or under mandatory evacuation orders, and get to fishing before the winds picked back up. Kinda wished I'd listen to those forecasts, though.
Despite other, more questionable decisions I made this morning, after arriving at a favorite fishing hole I craftily kicked the belly boat to the upwind, west end of the pond. This would make the inevitable journey back to my takeout point a couple hours later a bit more survivable as the wind started gusting toward 50 mph.
Though I am usually too modest to tell you how well I did on the water, I have to say that, despite questionable conditions, the fishing on this late October morning was superb. Even on a usually busy pandemic Saturday, I had the pond to myself and schools of gullible, plump crappie and bluegill. By late morning, though, as hurricane-like winds began to tear back through peaceful Loveland, I began to feel like an oblivious angler in Pompei before the Mount Vesuvius eruption.
Only one thing marred the morning (unless you want to consider those gale-force winds, turd brown air reminiscent of the Dust Bowl, and increasingly ominous dark smoke from the west.): the surface of the pond was choked with ugly chunks of black ash from this historic Colorado wildfire. Before releasing each graceful fish back into that nasty water, I literally had to wash the gunk off their scaly little bodies.
Still, eventually the wind pushed me right back to where I had begun the morning, and I didn't even fall down taking off my fins. Another good, eventful day to be alive in the Rocky Mountain West.
Thursday, October 8, 2020