Nearly 60 years ago, I got my fondest wish for my 14th birthday, a fiberglass fly rod. I hadnít a clue how to fish with it, though neither did Mom or Dad. Fortunately I lived across the street from Mr. Watson.
Even before bulldozers, settlers along Colorado streams quarried rocks and sand for construction of roads and buildings. Surprisingly, many resulting holes in the ground hold decent populations of fish, and some are open to the public.
Options for fine fishing do exist in our gravel ponds and irrigation/water storage lakes, but anyone who tells you to just pull up to a given pond and start fishing doesnít really care whether you catch anything.