I love to fish. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to find the time. But in April? At 9,000 feet elevation it could be rain, cold, mud season or even a snow storm. The secret to Colorado and adventures like this is to dress in layers. Donning seven layers, we headed for a mountain lake with six of our friends early one Tuesday morning.
A few others were pulling in a trout now and then. I sat there, holding my new fishing pole, waiting. And waiting. Turns out I waited a lot that day.
I reeled in to check my bait. None left. So the fish were snacking not attacking. Harumph. Pull the line back with my finger, lay the pick up over, cast the line back out as far as I could, sit down and wait.