Little Joy on the Roaring Fork

A few weeks ago I ventured out with Brennan and his buddies to float the Roaring Fork. Our crack-of-dawn start had an interesting suprise - Idaho Springs was lousy with folks dressed for a jog. A long jog. A marathon, to be exact. Good thing Brennan had my cell phone number so we could reconfigure out meeting point on-the-fly.

On the drive out to Glenwood/Carbondale, the skies grew darker and darker. Oh well, cloudy days are better for fishing... right? Wrong. While conventional wisdom says that we should have seen more than the average number of fish, we didn't.

There we little, if any, action on the top with only marginal success using streamers down deep. The one fish I hooked required a lot of line, cursing, and reeling in at high speeds to keep the tension.

I rowed the raft for a fair bit. I had the sticks through most of the best whitewater, which if fine with me. If I can't catch more fish, at least I can keep the brain engaged with some challenging whitewater. I'm pretty confident that the next time I want to float the Roaring Fork I can take my own boat and stay out until dark... which is when the fishing got better. Too bad we were already off the river by then.

I'm not dead yet...

I'm not dead yet! Really!! I've just hit a rough patch (laid off by my company) and I'm using most of my time writting cover letters and emails to companies looking for a huge talent like me. I will return... I swear.