I sent my streamer rocketing to the other side of the creek in many different spots in search of a fish, but none would have it. I then extended my 9-foot 1X leader down to 5.5X tippet, making it over 17 feet long, and at the end of my crudely fashioned leader was a pico spider. The 9 1/2 foot 6-weight Helios 2 sent the pico spider 80 feet out with a simple flick, and it would have gone further if the line hadn’t wrapped around my foot. I reached down, unhooking the line around by boot, and when I looked back up I saw a distinct ring on the water, as if a fish had just rose. I quickly put my fly line in order, and set the hook. Sure enough, a fish was on! It violently shook its big head, but the fight was short lived. One more violent thrash and my pico came flying out of the water.
“Did you have a fish on?” My dad asked, watching from the bridge.
“Yeah, but it got away.” I replied. As I looked over at my dad, I noticed another fish sitting under the bridge and close to the bank. I flicked out my fly line, and the pico hit the water with a splat. In half a second, the once still fish sprang to life and took my pico with enough force to send itself rocketing out of the water!
“Woah!” I yelled, as I set the hook. The fish danced under the water, trying the escape, but this time I had a solid hook set. My dad came running to see my fish, and after I brought the fish into my net, I handed my dad the camera. I held up the fish, and it kicked hard, causing me to loose grip of it. At that moment, my dad took a shot, leaving me with this picture that is far from a hero shot.
“Ah!” Was the sound that came from my dad, as the fish flopped away.
“Oh well...” I said, as I gathered my composure, and got ready to make another cast. This time I was standing on the bridge looking down stream at a fish. I was two for two on the pico; perhaps I could go for a third.
“I saw that fish eating something over there.” My dad said, pointing at a smaller fish.
“Okay.” I said, and presented the pico. The fish bolted over at the pico spider and, less than an inch away, the fish didn’t take.
“It refused it.” I said, but I had spoke too soon. The fish turned 180º back at the pico.
“There he goes, there he goes, THERE HE GOES!” My dad yelled, as the fish hit the pico, and I set the hook! Laughter erupted as the fish fought to get free. I was able to bring it in quickly, and this time, I wasn’t going to let it flop away.
Time flew by at Rocky Ford, and we ended up packing up shortly after that fish. Jimmy had never fished this part of the creek, and reassured us he would be back. They both have yet to catch a fish at Rocky Ford Creek, but I’m sure their time will come shortly.