I stood on a small hill looking into the creek as I rocked my fly out further than ever before. The hill made it easy to backcast, and there was little here that could snag my line. I watched my fly as it swam back to me, when a wake appeared! The fish came out of nowhere, and hit my fly. From where I was I watched the whole thing happen, but it only hit to stun my fly. My arms jolted, but remained down, as I kept stripping the fly. In a shot, the fish turned 180 degrees, and bolted at my fly again! It ripped at the tail, and I felt the bump of the fish. I strip-set the fly, and it shot out of the fished mouth. I could see my fly, which looked like it was almost three feet from the fish; not to mention, much closer to me. This fish was pissed! It charged at my fly leaving a silt-cloud trail as it bolted over. In less than a second the fish grabbed the tail of my fly and shook it vigorously, and when it let go, my fly was now traveling to my left. Instead of stripping I wiggled my fly rod, giving the Dalai Lama some new action; it was so close I wouldn’t dare bring my fly any closer. The fly danced awkwardly, not moving in any direction. The fish moved closer, and my fly disappeared.
One sturdy strip was all it took! Thrash! Thrash! Thrash!
“Yeah!” I yelled, as I called Feef to help. He came running, and had his net ready. Feef made noises of excitement that sounded like a mixture of dub-step music and a barking dog. I couldn’t help but join!
That was one of the best looking fish I have caught at Rocky Ford, and it was well deserved after all the long distant releases I'd had.
Time was flying as we walked and fished the part of the creek we had run through the previous day. Both of us were getting into some nice fish along the way, one in particular was the smallest fish I had caught at Rocky Ford. Feef was definitely sticking his fish today.
“Today is my day, Brother!” He said happily, while bringing in another fish.
“I can’t think of a better way to spend a Christmas Eve!” He added, as I came over to help.
“I know what you mean, Brother!” I replied.
The sun was fading fast as we approached the pond that held the 26-inch fish of the day before.
“That’s a nice fish there, Erik!” Feef said, as he snapped a few picture. We both knew it was time to take off; we were happy Tyler took the time to fish with us, even if it was only for a few minutes. We followed Tyler to the nearest gas station. He had drove out to meet us on an empty tank, and his gas light had been on for a while. After he filled up, we went off on our separate ways to spent Christmas Eve evening with our families.