As we journeyed up the canyon to our fishing destination, we saw many orange, squashy looking balls placed here and there. In fact, they were in the funniest places! They found their homes on rocks, fences, branches and even cliffs! Even in frying pans... hmmm
It was a fun greeting. Maybe this could be the stage for the Great Pumpkin in another week? We got to our battleground and loaded up our gear to see what we could find. Now, I'm really not a quick catcher most of the time... But, on my tenth cast or so, I landed my "Fish Of The Trip"...
Ok... End of story... Ha! Just kidding.
For me, whatever I would find after this beauty, would be just gravy.
My first ever cutbow. I love this gorgeous fish.
Then, Kevin hooked up with a nice Mr. Brown trout,..
And Jeri got herself a feisty rainbow!
It was a quick couple of hours on the water as we traveled for half of the day and stopped at the fly shop on the way in. But a great start, don't you think so??? = )
Yes, I had rainbow dreams that night.
The next couple of days would bring more sightings of pumpkins, great and small. And more fish great and not so small... Just beautiful, vibrant colored fish. We would find great runs, pools and yes,,,.
This brownies liked my size 20 purple passion nymph.
Kev was just having too good of a time! Haha
The beauty that surrounds "Pumpkin" River is like a piece of heaven.
Bet you aren't surprised that we took about 500 photos between the three of us.
Jeri catches... yes, literally catches her Big Fish!
And is a very happy lady...
Job well done.
Kevin will never doubt any of my fishing destinations... He was amazed.
We found a new fishing buddy named Dagoberto... He later turns out to be my stand-in photographer. Haha. Cool guy that didn't mind sharing some knowledge of his home waters.
A nice bend with my 5 wt on this bow.
Even though this rainbow was my largest to date at almost 24".,.. he couldn't be my favorite of the trip. My bright and colorful first fish and my first cutbow ever, will stay in my memory for a very long time.
But, this guy was a chunky feller... no doubt about that.
Well, after a couple of epic days on the water, it was finally time to say goodbye to one of the most beautiful canyons that I have ever been to. Yes, this was a repeat trip for me. And it won't be the last. For "Pumpkin" River will always be in my heart.
Not just for the beauty of the fish that live there. Not just for the beauty of the trees and red rock. Not just for the best food in neighboring towns (Can you say "BEST ITALIAN FOOD THIS SIDE OF ITALY"??). But, for the great times with friends who share the same passion of fly fishing that I do. For I have some memories that can never be replaced. Even if the Great Pumpkin does show up...
It has been a tradition on this river for many years to count how many pumpkins someone (or more than one) have placed strategically around the river and canyon road...(about 15 mi.) No one knows who does it. But, it is a fun tradition before Halloween each year. Who knows? It could be the Great Pumpkin himself!!! = )