Over the weekend, I attended a wilderness skills workshop up past Ward, near Camp Tahosa. On the way back (via Nederland), I came through Boulder Canyon. Luckily I’d planned ahead, and have whittled down my kit a little, so I’d thrown in my tenkara rod + flys etc. I stopped off within the 2 miles that has been adopted by Tenkara USA, and dropped a line in for about 30-45 minutes.
I was wearing some new sandals I’d picked up, so I just wet-waded directly in them, and it worked pretty nicely. I would have had very little access without getting in the water, and being able to wet-wade was infinitely more convenient than suiting up in waders, boots, etc. The sandals are definitely not particularly stylish, but they’re functional, and give me something pretty sturdy to wear during summer:
Here are a few more snaps from where I was fishing. As usual, I was skunked. I don’t feel like I have much of a technique right now, and haven’t gotten back into it this season enough to establish a good feel for it, so I definitely need to spend some more time on the water to get that back.
Today was the first time I’ve been out in a few months; I got sick of how cold it was, and didn’t really know how to deal with the ice shelves that I was finding everywhere. Erika was back from her road trip to CA, so I had access to our car again, and decided to head to Boulder Creek and drop a line in on (Easter!) Sunday morning. I didn’t get to sleep until about 1am, so I was a bit slow to get started in the morning, but managed to get on the water by about 10am. Fished for a few hours but really didn’t see much of anything, nor get even a nibble. I also underestimated how cold the water would still be, so my toes got a bit cold because I wasn’t wearing particularly warm socks.
I just took the tenkara rod, and didn’t change flies at all, figuring I’d give it a shot to see if I had any luck with the single kebari. I didn’t 🙂 On the way to the water, I did see a young snake, so that was a bit of a surprise
I was deciding whether to go to Clear Creek again, or to try out Boulder Creek, but I luckily noticed this tweet:
so I went to the Orvis in Boulder to hear Daniel Galhardo speak about tenkara (more about that in this post), and came away with a new map book (updated version of this book) and a hand-tied tenkara fly from Daniel. After that stop-off, I headed to Boulder Creek and picked a pull-out pretty randomly (which I later established as turnout #2, according to a map of the area) to try my luck. Once I put on the fly that Daniel had given me, I got one step closer to finally landing my own fish — I hooked one, fought it in, then almost landed it. Since I didn’t really know what I was doing as far as landing a fish without a net, I tried to grab it once I got it in, and instead managed to hook my finger, and lose the fish 😛 . I think part of the lesson here is to make sure the fish is worn out a bit more, and also to get them to an easier to maneuver place before trying to get a hand on them. I was perched on a rock, and didn’t really have a good angle to get to the fish before I tried to grab it.
Walking upstream from the turnout, there’s a fording/crossing point (for cars, in the right conditions), and just above that there’s a bit of a pool area where I spotted a few fish that were feeding. Despite all my best efforts I couldn’t hook one of them; I think I’m just not presenting my fly convincingly enough for them to take interest.
At that point it was getting pretty late, so I decided to call it a day and, appropriately, ended up at a sushi restaurant in Boulder. Since I was solo, I got sat in a single empty seat at the bar, and the guy next to me turned out to be a visitor to the area (a physician, attending a conference in Boulder). He was Japanese, and tenkara turned out to be an interesting topic of discussion. We ended up splitting some sake, and then said our goodbyes so that I could make the miserable drive back down the construction-plagued Denver/Boulder Turnpike (36).