I have not had the best history with rivers in Colorado. At least not when it comes to angling.
Many years ago, my dad took my family and me out to the San Juan range in the southwestern part of Colorado. He’d grown up vacationing there with his family. After college, he’d spent a few years teaching high school and guiding elk hunts in a little mining town called Creede, which was most famous for being the place where Robert Ford — the guy who murdered Jesse James — was killed in 1892.
A drought was on when we arrived. The nearby Rio Grande river was low and warm, which made the fishing tough. The conditions were worsened by my inexperience with a fly rod. My dad caught a few fish out of moving water including a 16-inch brook trout but the rest of us could only catch a few stocker rainbows out of a small lake.
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