So I found this guy stuck right on the top of an old creek side bush in the high country. Someone made a wayward cast a few years ago and lost this classic bug to the wild. It took me a while to figure out what it was...but accounting for time I think I figured it out. If you can guess what it is, I will send it to you. Hint: this was a small high country creek in Colorado. Most of the natural materials have rotted off and what is left is pretty rusty, tarnished, and sun bleached.
Panning creeks for gold flakes like a prospector. ⛏ ...yeah, that was the best caption I could come up with...in other news we are about to become full time travel trailer dwellers. It will be all the romanticism of the gypsy lifestyle without the reality of severe discrimination throughout most of eastern Europe. Turns out living in things with wheels is pretty chic these days for millennial Americans.
Today is my last day on the Rio Grande. It's been awesome, it always is. It's a lot of work, too, but we wouldn't love it if it weren't! I haven't seen a strike indicator for weeks. Real Fly Fishing the way it was meant to be! #duranglers