I just wanted to share this with you so badly, because I am certain that most of us feel the same way after a disastrous day on the water.
Today I took the day off and headed to the Blue River again, but this time I went downstream, close to Green Mtn Res. The flows were running 630 out of Dillon, so I was expecting some decent fishing.
Well, turns out I was literally a walking disaster. Fell on my arse going down an embankment, and bruised up my left hand pretty good in the process. When I got to the water my first drift got snagged on a underwater log, and the whole 3-fly rig was gone.
Cue up the second rig, a few casts later, in the willows and completely gone too. Repeat about half a dozen times...
Then, walking through the underbrush, my old Brodin net got hung up and snapped where the handle meets the hoop. Awesome.
To add more insult, most of the day I was slipping and sliding all over the riverbed as if some curmudgeon had applied motor oil to the rock surfaces...
So, I decided to continue fishing, moving upstream, catching a few small fish, but that was really it. Turns out at noon Dillon Dam was bumped to 800cfs, and I could tell something was happening because the whitewater was getting more turbulent. Cue all fish under rocks and hide until flows stabilize.
Finally, I said screw it and went home. Maybe I should have worked today
The best part is: I suppose it can't get much worse!