Monday, August 15, 2016



August 14, 2016
Flow: 777
Water Temp: 65-70
You can’t keep an Evil Genius down.
Sorry for the late reporting over the last few weeks folks. It’s been interesting. In a foolhardy attempt to do some home improvements I managed to severely sprain my ankle and poison my dog.  With Lou’s help I rented a sander and started to get my oak floors back into shape. On the first attempt the pads wore out in under sixty seconds. So it was off to Lowes for several cans of stripper. If you’re a native to Pueblo you know that this is by far the best stripper in town. At our local gentleman’s club one is prone to offer a gratuity and say “Pardon me, but would you mind putting that back on?”, but I digress. Halfway through the evening of stripping floors our CFO Diamond, AKA deaf dog made her way into the chemicals. We were taking another break waiting on the stripper to work when the pooch came in acting more than a little crazy. I grabbed her in my arms and ran for the bath.  It was at this point that I too found the stripper and go akimbo (ass over tea kettle, Wendy I can fly, I just qualified for the Pilipino dive team, Is this how John Elway felt during the Drive?, why is there a skittle in my pocket?). CRASH!
Diamond and I pour ourselves into the tub and started scrubbing. Holding my dogs eyes open under a faucet until she’s wailing in total fear is something I never want to experience again. We minimized the damage and I had to get back to work, the sander was due back in twelve hours.
Ultimately we got the sanding done, I spent a week in the garage licking my wounds and finally got new urethane on the floors. Today it is beautiful and looks like it was just installed. Never, ever, EVER, again.
I know, I know, right now you’re thinking get to the fishing report you schmuck! If I wanted to read a bunch of nonsensical stuff I’d tune in to the O’Grady’s page Bahahahahahaha. 
Today a 16 gold ribbed hare’s ear did the trick. The water is clearing slightly but is still like a river of yoo-hoo. Visibility may be eighteen inches. Trout are hungry and healthy but you have to put it on their nose. Present nymphs two to four feet deep at the top and tailouts of any obstruction that slows the water.
P.S. Apparently it is considered bad form to break wind near a mass baptismal.
Tight lines,
Ben

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Arkansas River
7/18/2016
Flow:  748
Water Temp:  63
Brian and Harrison are members of Pikes Peak Fly Fishers and Brian bought a trip during their annual auction that Steel City Anglers donated to PPF.  I was more than a little concerned about the high flows and water temperature.  My concerns were relieved when  they proceeded to land about a dozen nice bows in what I am calling the “The Trout Slam”.  Harrison landed a beautiful  pure cut on the third cast then a cut bow , rainbow and Brian landed a nice brown.  Both of these guys have fished in Alaska and lived for 12 years in Hawaii they never learned nymphing.  They had an incredible time and are planning on coming back in the fall after winter storage.  Bugs of the day BH Hares Ear, with the exception of one bow on a SJW, all took the Hares Ear.  Do trout have a bug fixation?  We have another trip this weekend and the water temperature should stay below 65 degrees.    It was a fun day and the Coyote Grill out did themselves with three Buddy Holly's, lunch was incredible!
Tight Lines.
Lou

Saturday, July 9, 2016



July 9, 2016
Flow: 706
Water Temp: 61-70
The water is cloudy, the river is roaring and monsoon rains have flooded our favorite park. But I will once again climb up and beat the old dead horse by using the phrase; in every adversity is the seed of an equal or greater benefit. This morning the flow was pushing a thousand cfs and I was all set to fight the current and cherry pick a few spots. But lo and behold the waterline was receding. By ten o’clock the flow dropped to six-fifty. The clarity was less than optimal but that’s not the reason we fish this river. The trout don’t go away; they don’t fast in imperfect conditions, the delight in it! Predators are kept at bay and it appeared the only fools willing to fish the Ark tailwater were me and Steve. Being five miles from the dam I sat down my stool and had a long draw of coffee and gave my old pooch an extended pet and listened to the river flow. Finally I stood back up and on my second cast put it to the brown. Just as I netted it Steve found me to take a few pics.
Upstream above the Flag Hole we found the spring run side channel had dropped and trapped several nice trout in a pool that was rapidly warming up. I got two on the Douglas Upstream 3wt and Steve got two nymphing. All four were rescued and released in the main channel.
We fish here not because the conditions are perfect, we fish here because this is our home and we know where to go, we know the water, we know the trout and we know we know we can walk in with our muddy feet and get a cold beer at the Coyote Grille.
Thanks for reading and if you have a few hours to volunteer for something the Nature and Raptor Center need a lot of help after the landslide.
Tight lines,
Ben

Friday, June 17, 2016



June 17, 2016
Flow: 2582
Water Temp: 55
Last week I received the Douglas Sky 9’5# four piece. This rod has seen some great reviews and even though the river is cooking but I had to test the mettle of the Sky on my home water. The first thing I noticed is the accuracy at ten feet or sixty. My favorite color of indicator is a clear thingambobber. Fishing heavy foam lines I usually have to switch to black. Today I didn’t have to do that because my presentation landed exactly where I anticipated and I could follow it easily. This thing casts to a dime and at $650.00 outperforms rods pushing $1000.00. The sky played trout well and even at our flows gave me the confidence to get into tight spaces. The brown depicted was caught with me on my back in tight quarters the rod pitched perfectly three or four times and we hooked up. Great backbone allowed for the ability to turn the brown a few times away from the lumber before putting it to the net. Lake Pueblo is fishing well and there’s a little more accessibility now. I spent the day doing more trolling than fishing however. The visibility in the lake is beautiful and sight fishing from a pontoon is a kick. When the waters high there is always something to do in P-Town.
Tight Lines,
Ben

Thursday, May 19, 2016



May 18, 2016
Flow: 1334 (Was 350)
Water temp: 48-52
Shoulda been here yesterday.
That’s a phrase we hear often in the fly fishing world and one I usually take with a grain of salt. If you didn’t fish the Ark tailwater over the last month however, you missed out. The river gave the best sendoff to high flows I can remember in years. Rs2s and midges below copper johns and sjws produced well. Streamers were taken like candy. Dry droppers disappeared over suicide strikes. If there was ever a time to carry three or four rods it was the time. Woulda, coulda, shoulda…
The good news is there are still honey holes spread about the tailwater that Pueblo’s local guides can direct you to in safety. I had the rare opportunity to float the lake recently when the water was smooth as glass and visible to thirty feet. Stay tuned as we’ll be exploring the high water version of the ark and the lake itself. Then again the gate keeper at the dam may show us more love and drop the flows.
Stay tuned and tight lines,
Ben

Sunday, April 3, 2016



April 3, 2016
Flow: 483
Water Temp: 43-53
Ode to a dog. My little pup is the most unlikely canine fly fishing companion but I couldn’t ask for a better friend. Diamond was a rescue dog, run over as a stray and through the benevolence of the animal shelter and Pets and Friends Animal Hospital she was saved and shortly after my parents adopted her. I’ve had her now for ten years. She’s been through multiple dog attacks and near drownings on many of Colorado’s rivers. Just last summer we had a close call in Brush Hollow Reservoir when her leash got wrapped in the blades of a trolling motor. My pontoon boat has a platform on the back for Diamond and she loves floating lakes and rivers. The trolling motor caught her rope and sucked her under just before I heard the most heartbreaking wail. She isn’t afraid of the boat at all but we have a new rule. No leash on the boat.  This week was time for her summer shave and trim and today she was the belle of the ball. We had a few days of fishable flows and the trout are unforgiving, picky on the presentation but when you do that voodoo that you do they fight like hell. Patterns were across the board, presentation maters. Trout were suspended across the tailouts. It’s technical, uh… hire a guide and hug your own dog.
Tight lines,
Ben