As I walked the bank, looking for an opening in the cattails, a rising fish caught my eye. The fish was an arm's length away from the shore, so when I saw it rise, I froze. A few side steps ensured I was not visible to the fish, then I slowly walked downstream so that I could approach the fish from behind. The fish rose again and again, reassuring that it hadn't spotted me. Tricos were fluttering all around, and when the fish didn't even care to take a closer look at any of my patterns I had presented, I stopped and watched to see if I could determine what the fish was eating.
The fish kicked off fast as soon as the hook was free. With a smile, I watched as my fish darted away. I had spent a significant amount of time on this one fish, and it was worth it.
Time was against me once again on Rocky Ford Creek. In the spirit of hooking into a few more fish, I started sight nymphing. As I brought in my fourth fish with a nymph, my alarm went off to remind me it was time to go. I quickly brought in my last fish, and let it go before clipping the fly from my line. One last look at the creek made me think of the friends I wanted to bring. Ryan Spillers would love the streamer fishing. Steve Adkins loves fishing the Rocky Ford so much, that when he's in town and grabbing coffee in the morning, he will pick up the tab for the person in the car behind him... just because. The thought of it makes me smile... "Until next time Rocky Ford!" I said, then turned and walked away without looking back.