Caught my first fish in Colorado.
Caught my first fish on a fly.
Caught two fingerings, Brookies.
Let them swim, no dinner from these babies.
Hooked the Quill Gordon in my Stetson - retired.
Spent most of my time tying tippet.
Fucking 5x fluorocarbon.
Like mending the emperor's new clothes
With my fat fingers.
No dressing so flies got soggy fast.
I'd been missing a lot of strikes,
Probably yanking the hook right out of their mouths.
Finally got the timing down and sunk a barb.
Just a Brook trout fingerling, maybe seven inches,
But 35 years after I learned to cast from a Lee Wulf article in field and stream
I caught it, on a fly, in Coney creek, at 10.000 feet.
Oh Yeah.
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