Taylor River

High Adventure this weekend in the mountains of Colorado. Living life to the fullest and coming home to tell about it - doesn't get any better than that!

Destination Taylor River this trip. Ben Lewis and I were at our company's national sales meeting in Vegas this week. We had planned on going to the Taylor this weekend with my Dad and Marty and planned on leaving Friday night as soon as Ben and I were back in town. Bone head idea which I have to take full credit for. Not a relaxing week and when I walked in the house to drop one bag for another (already in zombie autopilot mode) I realized what an a-hole move it was..... OK so making it up to the Fam today, hold off on the hate mail!

On to the fishing and we'll wrap it up with a small but significant near death experience (for those that wan't to skip the ramble, head to the "We don't got it" section). We arrived in Gunnison around 8PM and grabbed lunch for the next day at Subway. The guy that snores the loudest insisted on stopping by Safeway for some ear plugs. After I bought my plugs we headed to the hotel to rig up. Within 5 minutes our Super 8 room looked like a fly shop. Lamp shades off the lamps, gear spread out everywhere, at least 8 rods being worked on like helpless patients. About an hour or so later we were ready, lights off, queue the snoring.

Dad with a sweet cutty

We hit the water at 8. Not a soul in sight! Ben and I decided to pick out some hogs to cast to. We found a few huge bows around the bridge. I'm sure one pushed 30 inches. It was massive. These guys don't get big on accident. You can lay out a 7x, split shotless, indicatorless rig on a bed of feathers and they'll swim off. At one point I headed up the hill on the far side of the Avalanche hole to spot for Ben. My legs slid out from under me in the snow and I went down. SNAP!!! I looked down and my net had taken the full weight of my fall. It was broken in three places. Crap... We continued to site fish for about an hour. We had some looks but no takes. It was friggin cold and Dad and Marty were having luck dredging the Avalanche hole so we decided to join them. 

Dad and Marty dialed in quick and were consistently catching fish. Ben and I struggled for most of the day. Dad had the drop off going into the Avalanche hole nailed. He was casting far enough upstream to get his flies down right along the drop off. As soon as he cleared the drop off, BAM! Tan sparkle worms and beadhead blood midges were killing it for him. Marty was fishing the slack water on the near side of the main channel. He had a cool technique going where he would cast into the still water, wait for some sort of drift and if his indicator wasn't drifting he'd give it a little twitch to get it moving. He was getting a ton of takes during the twitch and when the flies were settling. #26 midge pupa in black, red, green were working great for him.

Ben and I weren't so skilled. We were hooking up but they were few and far between. I decided to head to the far side of the Avalanche hole in order to reach the main current without so much slack line on the water. After finding a good drift around the massive fly shop bush that inhabits the bottom of this hole, I dialed in my depth. A few casts later I had a subtle take and set the hook. I immediately new it was a big fish. I saw the white of his mouth through a couple of big sweeping head shakes. Yes!!!! Oh no!!! I don't have a net.... I knew he was on my #22 midge so I had to be careful with him until someone with a net could help out. This guy was behaving well and hanging deep. As soon as my Dad made it over he went on two long runs. I had already had him on for over a minute and knew that those small barbless hooks don't stay in long. My Ross Evolution LT 1.5 handled it without issue. Love that reel!  Dad made a nice net job and he was landed! He went 23" and had a huge head on him with nice big spots. Probably the nicest brown I've landed on the Taylor. Unfortunately that was about it for large fish. This guy took one of my Miracle Nymphs (future post) with a nickle tungsten bead and some brown quick descent dubbing. I tried the same fly later on in the day up in a riffle by the bridge and missed a HUGE bow on it. I only had him on for a second but he came up and broke the water just long enough to tease me. Good fly that was put together at tie night at the Covey!

It was a good day all around. Everyone caught fish and we landed a trophy. Little did we know that the excitement was far from over.

-WE DON'T GOT IT-

It was snowing pretty good throughout the day on the river. We were thinking that Monarch Pass was going to be rough but we got up and over it without issue. The further we got into South Park though the worse the weather got. Heavy snow and slush covered icy roads were starting to form. We were a little worn out and were probably going a little too fast. Marty's Durango was handling it fine so we weren't too worried. As we came up to a bridge the tail end broke loose. We started fish tailing.... A collective wooooooaaaahhhhhh came out.. Marty: Hold on we got it..... Me: You got it man, you got it.... Ben: WE'RE DEAD..... Dad: (we would later find out had already closed his eyes and was thinking that he almost made it to the first social security check he was due to receive next month. I picture that seen in Happy Gilmore with my Dad sitting on a golf course with social security checks falling from the sky)..... Me: We got it man, you got it.... it... it...... (back end comes around).... shit -  WE DON'T GOT IT!....... hold on! At this point all I could see were guard rails as the back end came around. I was in the front passenger seat and just as we were de-roading I got a birds eye view of the embankment that we were about to head down. I absolutely knew for SURE that we were going to roll. Marty somehow straightened us up enough to go down the embankment at an angle and we stayed upright! No WAY!!! We were down the embankment but we were still stepping in it. The Durango wouldn't stop. We were sliding backwards toward who knows what. At this point things got pretty surreal. The slide down the embankment wasn't rough at all.  We were all sitting upright and pretty comfortable... We were all just looking out the window as we slid backwards like we were taking the scenic route somewhere and were relaxing to take in the sites. It was super quite and we just kept sliding. Crazy!!!! Eventually we came to a stop - Dad: Where are we what happend???.... Everyone else: Jaws on the floorboard. WE ARE ALIVE!!!!! Me: THAT WAS AWESOME!........ Ben: THAT WAS NOT AWESOME!!! .......Dad opened the door and snow was up to the bottom of the door. All of a sudden we realized we were WAY off the road in 2-3ft snow. This was going to be a pain in the ASS!!! Marty, on autopilot at this point, started the truck. I flipped the switch to 4L... Dad instinctively knew to close the door.. Marty started rocking the Durango back and forth. We got traction and started moving!!!! HOLY CRAP.... We picked up speed as we headed up the embankment....... Next Problem: We were going to launch back up onto the road like some huge white 4WD Elk with no way of knowing who was coming. We all were straining our necks trying to see if any lights were coming. No lights as we launched back up on the road!!! NO WAY WE JUST DROVE AWAY FROM THAT!!!!!! AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! AWESOME!!!! We spent the next hour breaking down every second of what seemed like an hour of sliding around in a big white sled. We did slow WAY down... and had a line of cars behind us. Didn't care. We were not going through that again! We made it home and the story telling was ON!! Great time! This is one for the history books.. or blogs anyway. Glad everyone made it through unscathed to live through our next adventure. Love you guys! Can't wait for the next trip!

Nice brown Marty caught