Fished South Park on Saturday - had to get up into the mountains.
Caught some stocker bows and cuttbows in a lake, and then headed to a small creek to catch some browns and brookies - grand slam kinds day.
Funny story - the creek I fished had a ton of beaver ponds (for the record I hate beaver ponds as you can't wade in them very easily and you can never tell if the bottom is three inches deep of mud, or 3 feet of mud). I was fishing the creek in front of a log jam - and decided to fish just above it - I flipped my hopper fropper rig above the jam and I hooked a fish - and you know you have about .2 seconds to get him out of the hole before he runs under the log jam or bank and snap your rig, so I put pressure on him and tried flipping him into the creek below the log jam. However, this was a really good sized fish - and he didn't come out of the water on my first try, so I tried again and he must have been coming to the surface already and when I did I launched him directly at me in the lower level. I did a bit of a body bump to keep him from going by me and he knocked into the water at my feet - unfortunately he came unbuckled and sat at my feet - probably in shock from what just happened (or my ugly face). He was a 14 inch brown that was pretty fat - obviously I was in his primary eating domain!! Great fish.
Jefferson Lake, such a pretty lake - unfortunately way too much litter and powerbait containers around the lake. Had about 30 stockers sitting at the inlet to the lake - they were fun to catch on hoppers.
Saw this gal enjoying the beaver ponds.
All the pretty ladies.
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