Breaking News! Titanic 2 Sinks!

To sink, or not to sink, that is the question. Well yesterday morning, that question was answered. Did the hull of my kayak pop a hole? No. Did the PVC snap in half? No. Does the kayak sit too low in the water and all slight movement causes it to sink? N... wait, yes. Don't get me wrong, the boat floated great! For the first ten minutes, I sat right at the center of the raft, keeping it balanced. It was actually working quite well, and I thought it might actually work. Look, it really does float!

But you see how the back of the kayak is slowly taking on water? Well, after ten minutes of kicking around, I got comfortable. I went out deeper. And then I sat back. And that's when disaster struck. I think the moment is pictured perfectly when everything started going wrong:

Yes, it's true. I sunk. Right on down I went. Luckily, my grandma came to the rescue. Swimming out into the cold Lily lake in her nice clothes, grabbing my Yak, and dragging us both out of the water. Thanks! 

      After that adventure, I decided it was time to get fishing. It was much calmer these past few days, and fish seemed to be very active. I could pick out fish, put in my cast, and watch for the hook-set. Erin's Lily Buggers came through once again! Thanks, Erin!

Crazy Stories of 2010

The Rocky Mountain National Park Version of The Loch Ness Monster

This Summer is gonna be awesome! I can feel it. Lots of water days, sunny days, and hungry fish. The Creeks will be lower, just right for some crazy takes. Sweet! The crazy flies always seem to do the best in the Summer, no matter where. Last Summer I saw lots of aggressive fish, but there were three in particular that stuck out at me. Here are the (belated) craziest takes of 2010. Sorry it took me so long!

Number Three: 
I caught a fish in Clear Creek on a 3 1/2 inch Zonker, just casting into the water to get some line out so I could tie on a new fly.
Number 2:
The fish on Boulder Creek were everywhere. They were even attacking sticks that fell into the water. My friend made a joke that they would probably even take a bass popper. Lightbulb! Five minutes later, big pretty brown trout sitting on the bank with a popper in his mouth.
Number 1:
I was fishing the park on an average day last June. I was on a thin looking stretch, and my flies had just popped off. Time to tie on new ones. I tied on some flies, but realized my only dry left was a size 4 King Kong. It would still work as an indicator, right? So I put a cast up onto a rock wall. Fives second later, the water exploded. As I set the hook, my friend and I laughed. I brought the fish in, and had my grandpa come over to take a look. He put down his hand and I took a picture, then let the fish go. The picture is right above. Upon further measurement, my grandpa's hand was just above 9 inches