He did manage to get his new "kit" or jersey for you non-British folks (like myself).
It was a beautiful day, and we had lunch, threw the football, I worked and we just chilled out - he rode from 10:30am until about 2pm. At about 1pm I decided to check out the water that runs through the WP resort area at the base of the mountain. It is hardly a river - more like a creek that freezes in winter - which is not a good sign for finding fish. I tried in the shallow crap, but it was so weed slimey that I had to switch to a caddis and dropper. I kept moving down river to see if I could find an open stretch that didn't have bushes in my back cast. The area right before the Moffatt Tunnel was the trick - they were doing construction in the site and had cut down all the brushery around it.
I looked at this little stretch of water for about 3-5 minutes and saw nothing. The "stretch" was about 15 feet long and maybe 12 feet wide - and the bottom was the green snot color that tells me there wasn't any fish in there. But on my fourth cast (probably the only good cast since I do not dry fly fish) I saw a huge mouth pop up and snag the caddis. I was surprised to see a legit 11 inch brookie!!
I cast over a small falls and into the tunnel (not kidding) and had another fish snag my dry - this time he popped off and I only saw him dead drift in the run and then he was gone.
It was about 2:30pm and time to leave - as Z had hockey practice back home at 5pm.
It was a good relaxing day. WP is quickly becoming one of my favorite Colorado spots.
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