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Friday, December 3, 2010

The Fiat "Panda Natural Power"



The Fiat Panda Natural Power vehicle can run on natural gas or gasoline! It has separate fuel tanks and a switch to go from one fuel to another. The perfect design for countries with limited natural gas refueling stations.

I am trying to find out if you can purchase a home natural gas refueling appliance bundled with the Panda. I am also trying to find out if it is even possible to buy this car in the United States! More on this when I get additional information. I have also requested detailed technical specifications from Fiat. This car recently won a German contest to determine what European vehicle could go the furthest on 30 Euros of fuel (450 miles).

Here is a really cool video about the car and you can watch it being refueled with natural gas!! Very cool. The video is in French. Click on the link below.

Panda in Action Video

You Tube Video (mostly car profiles and cool jazz)


Panda Profiles Video


Interior Picture:



Just imagine, if Americans were able to buy this car along with a home garage natural gas refueling appliance: we would be filling up in our garage with natural gas from the American Haynesville and Marcellous shales for HALF the price of gasoline derived from foreign oil at inconvenient gas stations. We could begin reducing our over 60% reliance on foreign oil tomorrow. No waiting for breakthroughs in battery technology, no wait for expensive and unproven electric cars. We could reduce foreign oil imports NOW. When will Congress, the American financial media, and Americans themselves wake up and smell the roses?

Thursday, November 4, 2010

"QE2" Is a Four Letter Word; Oil is Spelled O-I-L

Here we go again - the Federal Reserve (an un-Constitutional bureaucracy operating in complete secrecy without Congressional oversight) is going to print hundreds of billions of dollars out of thin air to make bond purchases in the market. The goal is to keep long-term interest rates low and to boost the economy and supposedly create jobs. One unspoken goal of Bernanke's is to generate inflation. At that, one can definitely say he will be successful. Today, the stock market is taking off, gold is up over $40/oz, silver is up over $1.50/oz, and oil is up over $1.50/barrel!! Missed in all the jubliation on Wall Street today is that the U.S. dollar index, YOUR U.S. dollar index is down -0.80%. That is, your money and your savings are being devalued by your wonderful Federal Reserve.


GOLD PRICES SINCE GEORGE BUSH BLEW OUT THE DEFICIT


Ron Paul tells this great anecdote about why the country should stick to Constitutional money (backed by gold & silver) instead of paper dollars printed by an un-Constitutional "Federal Reserve" (btw, it is not "Federal" and there is no "Reserve"!!). Here's the story: back in the early 1900's when the U.S. was on the gold standard, a 1 oz $20 gold piece could buy you a suit, tie, belt, and shoes. Today, what would $20 get you? Maybe the tie. Yet, a 1 oz gold piece (valued today at $1365) will still buy you a nice suit, tie, belt and shoes! The point is, you currency has been devalued by over 90% since the Federal Reserve was created. This was the framers of the Constitutions worst fear - having the money supply controlled by a small group of people who are allowed to print dollars out of thin air and distribute it to its friends.


YOUR U.S. DOLLAR BEING DE-VALUED BY YOUR FEDERAL RESERVE

When will this country learn that you cannot pave your way to success by printing paper dollars? I mean, if that was all it took, Zimbabwe and the Wiemar Republic would be running the world! Clearly, they are not.

The inconvenient truth the U.S. faces is this: the serious economic, environmental, and national security issues facing the country today are a direct result of our addiction to foreign oil. The U.S. imports ~12,000,000 barrels of oil a day. At today's price of $85/barrel, this is $1,020,000,000 a DAY. That is, over $1 billion dollars per day!!

Additionally, one must add the cost of the U.S. military exploits in the Middle East to this number, for no one should be deceived into thinking those maneuvers have anything to do with WMD's, "freedom", terrorism, or anything else but OIL.

Meantime, the U.S., in Picken's words, is proving itself to be the dumbest country in history by not adopting natural gas transportation and replacing foreign oil imports with cheaper, cleaner, and abundant *domestic* supplies of natural gas. We could all be refueling our NGVs in the garage over night while we sleep if the U.S. government would simply adopt, embrace, and encourage natural gas transportation initiatives.

So, here we go again. Oil prices will take off as the economies around the world begin to reflate. The U.S. economy and its citizens will be fooled into thinking this is progress. However, unlike last time oil went to $150/barrel, who can doubt that the U.S. is already bankrupt and will be completely at the mercy of the Chinese to "fund" our progress.

Here are the policies the U.S. should be adopting:

1) A Strategic Long-term Comprehensive Energy Policy:

http://thefitzman.blogspot.com/2008/08/strategic-long-term-comprehensive-us.html

2) Adopt natural gas transportation!

3) Audit the Federal Reserve

4) Transition the country back to Constitutional money (backed by gold & silver)

5) Shut down the Federal Reserve!!

Monday, October 25, 2010

TOP 10 FLIES

This list should really be broken down into categories like dry-fly, nymphs, trout versus bass, etc. etc. But I am lazy tonite and will just throw this list out there to see what, if any, comments I will receive. Perhaps I can be persuaded to adjust the list as it was only a one Guinness project. Also, please note I am a self-admitted dry fly bigot. As such, nymphers will no doubt be shocked by this list!

#1 Adams Wulff


This dry-fly imitates so many different hatches it is simply an awesome summertime fly. I have probably hooked more trout on this fly than any other because I love to fish it and it works well in so many different conditions. Tied to a well designed leader and cast by a good fly rod, this fly can be landed as delicate as a feather. The white wings are much easier to see than the plain Adams and it appears to work just as well if not better. Put me on a river in Colorado with this fly tied onto my Beasley 4 wt bamboo rod, and it's heaven on Earth. I caught my only grand slam (a brown, rainbow, cutthroat, and brookie) all in one day and all on this fly.

#2 Wooly Bugger


I have caught some of my biggest trout on wooly buggers. For trout, black and olive/black seems to work best. For the white bass run of the Texas Hill country, white with a couple strands of silver/grey flash. A great all-around fly for lakes or rivers. Best worked with short quick strips. Caught a nice Trappers Lake native cutthroat this year on a black & olive wooly bugger.

#3 Orange Stimulator / Hopper



Another great dry-fly which imitates many bugs and terrestials. I lumped it in with the generic "hopper" because the two flies fish the same and are in effect interchangeable (in my experience). Like choice #1, this is a great summertime fly which can produce lightnin' violent strikes. Brown trout especially seem to hit this fly with pure abandon. I highly recommend this fly on the Arkansas River in the Salida area - the hotter the weather the better. Fluff up the wings as wide and big as possible and keep the body from getting waterlogged with some schtank. Don' be shy to try an occaisional "splat" cast as sometimes this will provoke the larger browns.

#4 Zebra Midge


The zebra midge can work magic under the right conditions. It's fairly easy to tie and is a must-have in every fly-box. I've caught fish on southern U.S. tailwater rivers (Caney Fork, Clinch), Colorado lakes (Trappers, Meadow) and on famous trout streams (Fryingpan). A #20 dropped off your favorite dry-fly is a great combination for early morning fishing before warmer temperatures really turn on the dry fly action.

#5 Yellow Humpy


A great fly for summertime Colorado trout as well as pan-fish down south. Imitates many hatches and I believe the yellow triggers strike response.

#6 Copper John


I am a self-admitted dry-fly bigot, but when forced to nymph the copper john can produce results. If I can catch a fish on this nymph, anyone can as I am not the best high-sticker by any means.

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#7 Green Drake


I don't use this fly much, but I have had a few fantastic and very memorable experiences. The first was on the lower Fryingpan River when I hit the drake hatch in full glory. I fished for 3 hours in the evening and lasted 30 minutes past sunset. I would cast the fly out and just listen for the toilet plunger sound of the trout gorging it then bam! Hookset. Great fun! Also, I hit a rare green drake hatch on the Conejos river were I worked 20 yards of river upstream and caught a trout about every 3 feet. The picture shown is an extended body drake - not necessary and not preferred (bigger to cast, makes a bigger splash, and gets torn-up anyhow after several fish). Stick with the regular body green drake, but always have one on you in case you are lucky enough to come upon this hatch. You may find the trout will not take anything else. They must be very tasty!

#8 Royal Wulff


This fly is similar to the Adams Wulff but has a red stripe and is somewhat heavier. It therefore lands a bit splashier. Hoewver, for high mountain hungry brookies, this fly can be a real winner

#9 StoneFly Nymph


This fly is a must if fishing the Conejos river. The trout there can be very finicky. One day you can tear the fish up on dries, the next - nothing! During such times if you see any signs of fresh stoneflies on the rocks, just tie on this nymph and hold on! The bigger fish will head straight for the swift water, and you'll lose your share - so, bring at least a half-dozen. Brown seems to work as well as black for me.

#10 Clauser Minnow


The Clauser Minnow is a great fly and easily tied. It would be higher on my list were it not for the weight, which makes it not too fun to fish. That said, it's a great fly for white bass when they are holding down. However, try the white wooly every so often cause it is much easier to fish and when tied with flash, is very similar to a Clauser without the weighted eyes.

Comments? Feedback? I have probably left a few of my favorite flies off this list - but just try slimming your list of flies down to just 10!

Tight lines buddy-boy!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Johnny-Man Catches Caney Fork Rainbows


John Shows His Technique


Center Hill's generators ran from 9-11am yesterday and the flow made the upstream run in Jim's boat interesting. When we to a run where Jim and I slayed them earlier this summer but alas, the fishing was slow. I got several strikes by some good sized bows on my zebra nymph but failed to hook them as they were not slamming it by any means. John wasn't doing as well on his attractor/nymph rig so we switched him over to a soft-hackle emerger. He pretty quickly hooked a nice size bow that got off (an "LDR"), but subsequently hooked-up and landed two rainbows. For a first time fly-fisherman, he handed the rod like a veteran! The lack of caught fish wasn't his fault but his guide's (i.e., ME). I only landed 4 myself. Surprisingly, 3 of the 4 were brookies. No boat today, so we'll be fishing up by the dam when they stop generating, and down to happy hollow later in the afternoon.





Thursday, July 22, 2010

Fly-FIshing on No Name2


Blown Out!


After fishing the "No Name2" river for somewhere close to 15 years now, I flatter myself by thinking I know the river. When the flow on the Arkansas River dropped dramatically, it was a signal for me to head over to "No Name2" which should have been just about right. The water level on the lower stretches of the river appeared to be middle of the range or slightly lower than normal. I figured the upper reaches of the river would be perfect. I drove the long dirt road, got the Teardrop all set up at the campground, and hurridly and excitedly set out to fish one of my favorite stretches of water before the afternoon storm came. When I hiked down to the river, I was shocked and puzzled to find high flows and white water! Unwadable. I found one little stretch of calm water (in the picture) and my fly was quickly engulfed by a large brown trout which immediately headed for the fast current and it was an "LDR". I overheard this term "LDR" being used by a guy on the Fryingpan River. It's short for "long distance release" and sound much better than "he got off". In my case, it was an "LDRLF" - long distance release/lost fly. That is, the fish popped off my tippet and stole my fly. I had no chance. Crap. I hiked back to the truck with a melancholy feeling that I would not experience the magic of the green drake hatch I was lucky enough to catch the year before on this stretch of river. Also, the Pinnacles was definitely out of the question.


One of my favorite runs whited out!


Why was so much water being released from the reservoir and why, if flow were this high on the upper stretches of the river, was the lower river average or even a bit lower than average? Where was the water going? I am still perplexed about this. One thing is for sure - I surely don't know this river as well as I thought. Nothing felt "right" for me this year on NoName2.

Oh well, my favorite spots on NoName2 were all unfishable so I was forced upstream to fish in the meadows. Never liked the meadows before because the fish were so spooky, you needed perfect casts with long leaders and small tippets, and once spooked, you had to travel a bit before another attempt. But this year the water was higher and faster and I thought I'd be able to catch one or two - but it was a challenge. Normally quite placid and shallow, the water was high and fast and I, being a right handed caster, needed to cross the river for an enjoyable day of dry flying. So cross I did - the sight of fish rising near the opposite bank was all the motivation I needed. I crossed right about the middle of the river in picture below.



The crossing wasn't too bad despite the lack of trees in the meadow (i.e. I had no wading staff for support). I began fishing with a dry/dropper combo and, as usual, even though there was absolutely nothing rising remotely resembling an adams wulff on the surface of the water, I began catching a trout or two on a #14 and took off the dropper. Here are some of those trout.


A Brown Trout from the Meadows of NoName2





Decent.



One that got away.




I came to one nice bend in the river that held some trout in a deep pool. They were rising steadily to a fly I could not identify (nor match) and I quickly put them all down with my first cast with the adams wulff. What a screw up. So, I sat on the bank, ate a power bar, relaxed, viewed the elk feeding up by the tree line, and tied a few more inches of flurocarbon tippet and a #20 BWO. Once the trout started rising again, I laid it out there and snagged a couple nice ones. It was waaaay cool to watch these guys rise out of that pool and slurp my fly. Soon they were down again, so I took some time to tie on a small yellow humpy. I didn't stand up but just flicked it out there thinking my chances were slim. Low and behold a big bow rose up and engulfed it not 5 feet from me. I got a decent hook set but was slow to climb the bank and run downsteam with him. Soon my line was horizontal to the river, he made one nice leap about 30 yards downstream and the was the last this fisherman ever saw of that fish.


NoName2 trout were camera shy this year!


Soon I was suffering from river anxiety. This happens sometimes when I have crossed a river (that maybe I shouldn't have crossed in the first place), have finished my fishing, and need to re-cross to get back home (the truck). What made it worse this time was the glare on the water - I couldn't see the rocks I was walking over. Plus, I had no wading staff and sure didn't want to hike all the way up to the tree line to find one. So, I zipped-up and heading out with confidence (you've done it a million times laddy!) but also a bit of trepidation. Things were going pretty good til I got about midway across and the water was up to mid-thigh and moving pretty rapidly. Whooops, one bad step and church was out. Down I went and the only thing out of the water was my fly-rod and my right hand. The water wasn't that deep, so there was no danger of drowning or anything (less my head strike a boulder or something), but I tell ya...it's hard to stand back up when you are moving along with the current and all the rocks you are trying to stand up on are meadow rocks with alot of green algae over the top of them. Let's just say any observer would not have witnessed a very graceful recovery....but gawd knows I did not want to head down into that canyon. I crawled up onto the bank like a wharf rat. However, I must admit it was a very refreshing dip. However, one thing is for sure: it is bad for a dry-fly fisherman to get all his shit WET. The only thing dry was my left sock. So, I went back to the truck and stripped down...much to the delight of passing fisherman who had, I am sure, been there and done that. Luckily the sun was out and all my flies that did get wet were soon acceptably dry once again.


Everything got soaked but my left sock.


It was then back to the camp to consult the doctor: Doctor Al K. Hall.


Jamie's Triple Distilled

Next to Guinness and her people, Ireland's best Export


Ahhh...nothing like a lil nip of Jamie's to warm a person from the inside out.

A wise old man in one of the black-n-white Gunsmoke episodes (which I am becoming very fond of...anyone see the episode where Chester wins a level in a poker game?) was sitting around a campfire and after listening to all the young whipper-snappers said "Boys, I'll tell ya - a man finds one of three things in his life: love, money, or a bottle." I heard this saying again up at a Flat Tops campfire. Hell, that was good enough truth for me...certainly better than any "facts" you can get from the bubble headed bleached blondes on the TV "news". This being the case, I went out and bought myself a bottle.


NoName2 Transitions from Meadows to Canyon Runs.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

A Fish Story

A couple named John and Sandy from Texas were camping next to me at Sugarbush. I was waxing on about my broken hook story and Sandy says, well, I have a fish story for you. She was fishing some river in Colorado and caught a nice rainbow. In her excitement I guess she cranked it out of the water pretty good and the fish ended up falling into a big pile of large rocks some feet from the river and it had gotten off her hook. Sandy couldn't move the rocks but she could see the fish flopping around down there and felt badly about it. She thought, well, I'll put a salmon egg on the hook and drop it down there. She did, and the fish bit it and got hooked! So, she just lifted the fish out of the pile of rocks, washed it off in the river, and headed for home with dinner. Next thing she knows some guy is scrambling down the cliff, walks right over to the pile of rocks and just stares. Apparently he had not seen the first catching of the fish and only witnessed Sandy pulling the fish out of the rocks. When they left, she looked in the rear view mirror and the man was still standing there with his hands on his hips and just staring at the pile of rocks.

Fly-fishing the Arkansas River


Arkansas River Rainbows - Making a Strong Comeback!

(Click on Pictures to Enlarge)


There is nothing like a trip to the Arkansas River in mid-July to renew a fly fisherman's faith in his or her ability to catch trout on a dry fly. This year the river dropped about 2 feet over-night on July 6 (July 4th and FibArk being over) and as usual this freaked the fish out bigtime. For one day. The bigger fish hunkered down in their deep holes worrying about just how low the water would drop and the wee fish were having fun investigating the recently new shallows. I told the lads just wait, tomorrow or the next day this river will be absolutely perfect. Was it ever! The fish were very hungry after fighting the snow melt's high water and this coincided with a proliferation of the bug population with warmer weather. Under these conditions it's not uncommon for a moderately skilled fly-fisherman to catch 15-20 trout in a couple 2 or 3 hours by wading the shoreline, tying on a #14 or #16 adams wulff or yellow humpy and drifting it naturally through any fishy looking run. On the Ark, there will almost always be trout where you think there will be (assuming moderate skill at reading water...) and you'll get a few attempts to catch em before spook-off. If after 3 or 4 casts there is no take, move upstream 5 yards and repeat the process. Your arms will soon be tired of hauling in very frisky trout.

The fish count on the Arkansas between Howard and Salida must be phenomenally high. As usual, nothing real big (16" is kinda "big" on the Ark), but who can complain with dry-fly action of 12-16" trout all day long? These boys are fighters too - very healthy and strong fish.

Since the onslaught of whirling disease decimated the rainbow trout population the Arkansas River has been (and very much still is in my opinion) predominately brown trout water. Brown trout naturally reproduce and sustain themselves in the Ark with no stocking required. But the rainbows are a different story. I think they have a harder time with the warm water season on the Ark and I already mentioned the whirling disease problem that started in 1987. I've had summers where I fished the Ark for a week or two and caught no rainbows at all or maybe just one or two. But the rainbows are making a nice comeback thanks to the introduction of crossbreed between the German Hofer and the Colorado River rainbow. The German Hofer is very resistant to whirling disease and breeding it with the Colorado River rainbow gives it the smarts to adapt to living wild in the Ark. If you ask me the plan is working. I caught 7 rainbows one morning and they were all aggressive strikers and real fighters. A couple went 14-15 inches. What an unsuspected treat that was! THe Hofer crossbred rainbows are more silvery than deep green and red. Most of the rainbows I landed appeared to be Hofers.


A Hofer Crosbred Rainbow from the Arkansas River







Colorado River Rainbow from the Ark



Another Hofer


Besides being easy to wade (in lower water season) I also like the Ark because like the Fryingpan river road, U.S. Hwy 50 between Howard, CO and Salida, CO runs on the "right" side of the river. That is, for a right handed (casting) fly-fisherman you simply step out of your truck and you are on the "right" side of the river. You casting over the river without worrying about getting hung in trees and willows. This is unlike the Conejos river in which both CO Hwy 17 and Platoro road are on the "wrong" side of the river for its entire length. This is no problem during low water or where there is access...but as you'll see later...it can have its consequences during high water flows.

All this said, the main fly-fishing action on the Arkansas River continues to come from the brown trout. Here's a few pictures of the typical Ark brownies. Man, what fighters and what quantity!







I was very much looking forward to fishing the run below Swissvale one morning...and got there early to claim my spot. I was fishing downstream of the main run...waiting til 9am or so when the sun would hit the rocks and really get the bugs on the move before fishing my favorite stretch. I looked up on the cliff and some guy waves to me. I wave back to let him know I am "there" and sat down on a rock to change flies. I could not believe it when seconds later I saw him and his wife come scrambling down the cliff and jump in right in front of me! Spin fisherman. Grrrrr. Worse yet, the guy inserts his wife between he and I so if I objected (as he knew I would...), I'd have to argue with a woman. Plus, I could tell by the look on her face she knew they were in the wrong and she was quite embarrassed. Obviously their move was not her idea. I just left...but I was steamed. I didn't argue, but I did slam my tailgate a couple times extra hard and spun out when I left. Talk about ruining an excellent morning! So, bunghole, if you're out there and reading this - mind your manners will ya! You should never jump in directly in front of a fisherman...especially a fly-fisherman working his way upstream and especially on a river that has miles and miles of nice wadable water full of fish! Anyhow, I drove into Salida and treated myself to a nice breakfast at Pancake Patio.

It was hot this year and fishing for 4 or 5 hours in the sun was wearing me out. Luckily, downtown Salida has real nice piece of water for swimming and man will it cool you off! One trip across the river and back will give you some inkling of what the life of a trout must be constantly dealing with swift currents.

Here are some various pictures of the Arkansas River near downtown Salida at the water park. What a great place to spend some time and take a cool dip in the river! One swim across the river and back will give you some idea of a trout's life constantly battling the current.




Oooo-la-la


Back at the ole Sugarbush campground, I was making coffee one morning and had s sneaking suspicion someone or something was watching me. These velvet bucks let me get close enough to snap off a photo. Nice as they are, they are nothing like the monster buck that came bounding through the campground a couple years back. That sucker had 2' high christmas trees on each side of his head!


Velvet bucks (Click on Picture to Enlarge)


This year I began dropping a small nymph (#16 prince or stonefly) about 16" off my dry fly. I was definitely catching more fish than years past, and hooking some bigger fish. In the picture below the river is coming around a bend from the right and pushing alot of food over to the left bank.



Looking upstream, you can see an island just taking in the morning sun and a bolder to the left of it with a nice run of water between. I had hooked a big guy there a couple days before and came back to see if I could fool him again as I never got a good hook set on him. I tried first with an orange stimulator and he rose but didn't take (sheee-it!). I threw it a few more times so that he would think that's all the action I had. Then, I sat on the back and tied on a nymph dropper. First cast, he swirled and hit the nymph and I got a good hook set. Oh he was pissed and headed to the current in the middle of the river and downstream in a hurry. I was ready for this and was bolder hopping to keep up. I was like OK big boy, now it's time for you to jump and just as I thought this he did - about 2 foot high! I kept my line tight and thought I did everything right when my line suddenly went slack. FUCK. I just continued fishing and tried not to dwell on the monster just lost. After 4 or 5 cast with hits and no hook-up, I inspected the nymph and was just flabergasted to find a broken hook!! It wasn't surprising to me that such a large fish was capable of breaking a hook. What is surprising, though, is that the weakest link in my setup was the hook and not the 3lb 5x Maxim fluorcarbon tippet which I used to drop the nymph off my dry fly. I suppose that is a ringing endorsement for Maxim's 5x tippet material!

I continue to find new and inventive ways to hook, and lose, really big trout. Nobody is better at it than yours truly.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Trappers Lake


The "Chinese Wall" overlooking Trappers Lake

(Click on Pictures to Enlarge)


Trappers Lake is in the Flat Tops Wilderness of Colorado and is about 9,500 ft. It was the birthplace of the U.S. Wilderness Area system after Arthur Carhart, a surveyor for the U.S. Forest service, proclaimed the area simply too beautiful for private ownership and that all peoples of the world should be able to experience the place. It is also known for its native Colorado cut-throat trout. Trappers used to be the only source of native Colorado cutthroat brood stock, but I hear this has changed and now some Colorado hatcheries are being used. Only artificial flies and lures are allowed on Trappers but motorized boats are not.

The area had two big fires in 2002 and is slowly recovering. I can just now being to see seedlings taking root. It will take many years to get back to its previous splendor. Meantime, one has to be *very* careful of falling trees especially when the wind is blowing hard.

I usually fish the Scott's Bay section of Trappers. I intended to hike up to Little Trappers Lake but got too caught up in trying to fool the trout in Scott's Bay. For 3 days!


Part of Scott's Bay

I Literally spent Hours by that log....


The weather at Trappers this year was very windy and stormy. Usually the lake is quite calm and glassy. Not this year. The wind blew and blew and white caps on the main lake were the norm not an exception. The waves were blowing toward Scott's Bay, and causing a swell by that log. In that swell were many cutthroat trout..most between 14 and 20 inchers with an occasional cruiser even larger. These fish were rising to something so small, it was practically invisible. I mean I was standing right there, withing 3 ft, watching them rise and I could not for the life of me see what the hell they were eating. Thus, the challenge. Thus the madness of not being able to catch them! In 3 days of fishing I bet I only caught 12-14 fish. That said, I think they are very pretty fish. I hooked one whose entire underbelly was a bright reddish orange. Unfortunately he wiggled out of the net and I got no pic. But I did get some pics, and here they are.












There's "the log" ... spent many minutes sitting on that log tying tippets and flies...and precious few minutes photographing cutthroat trout!




This last fish I remember well. He was particularly brazen and beneath the water looked very dark compared to the other fish. I had seen he for a couple days. On July 4th he lost his independence to me, at least for awhile until I released him back. I could not catch him on a dry fly, and just as I was about to give up I tied on a olive and black woolly bugger, threw it behind him and stripped it as fast as I could. He struck instinctively. He also instinctively knew he made a mistake and I could tell by the way he was looking at me in the net that he could not believe he let me catch him.

Most of the other fish were taken on flies I tie: my red/orange attractor nymph followed by a #20 zebra midge dropper. I don't use a strike indicator, I cast, let them sink (count to 6) and slowly strip them in. Last year the midge caught the majority of the fish. This year it was about half-and-half.

I thought I had figured everything out when I caught a cutthroat on a #22 BWO (blue winged olive) which I had bought for the Pan hatch. I was surprised to see the fish had another BWO in his mouth that had been snapped off by a previous fisherman. It looked exactly like the one on the other side of his jaw from my line. But he was an anomaly and I just could not catch these fish on dries. It would help if I could see what the hell it is they were slurping!

The night of July 4th it rained like hell and a strong wind came out of the north. Next morning I arose to find my coffee pot (well, the pot I boil water in) frozen to the top of my Coleman stove.



I thought well, I'll get some well water and pour it over the pot to thaw it out. I went to open the door of my Toyota and all the doors were frozen shut. I guess I could have forced them open, but I was worried about the rubber seals inside the door or breaking a handle. So, I spent a half an hour pouring well water on the doors, windshield, and pot and stove just so I could get coffee made and hit the road. Coffee never tasted so good. It was probably mid 20's with a north breeze. 3 hours laster I was in New Castle and it was 80.