No problem podner
The South Platte River near Deckers was flowing much stronger than expected yesterday.
A fossil of a fisherman tried a new spot that appeared promising.
When his small, white, palsa indicator dipped suddenly under the surface, he set the hook and in two seconds, fly line, leader, and flies catapulted 15 feet behind him snagged on a limb nine foot above the bank.
Veteran anglers will tell ya that, if you think it’s going to take more than five minutes to fix this kerfuffle, then snip the flies and re-rig.
Well, the fella was in no rush and wanted to salvage two of his favorite midge patterns.
The trees and heavy brush were gnarly and no place for a human. Trying three different angles, the old coot finally salvaged the rig with an effort that would have qualified for Allen Funt’s Candid Camera Show from the 1960’s.
One could justifiably ask why, when the fella has more than 2,500 flies, would he spend 35 minutes wrestling in this Colorado jungle.
Well, the driving force was the challenge.
In 1969, John Maurer, Rusty Moen, and I were on Little Willow Creek in North Park facing similar issues.
Little Willer’ as Rusty calls it was the home of thousands upon thousands of blood thirsty mosquitoes most of whom surrounded Mauer and caused him to nearly lose his mind.
So, long story short, I figured that this was a breeze and kept repeating…’you got this podner, no problem’ as this section of the Platte is mosquito free.
Surely, Maurer and Rusty would have been proud.
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