Dillon, CO. Blue River. January 14, 2013.
It’s interesting to note that if we keep on learning, we always end up like freshman again. Freshman in high school, freshman in college, “freshman” in our jobs. It’s always a humbling experience to be a part of the “youngest class” as opposed to the more experienced. As a freshman once again, I find the people who I fish with are not like those cocky seniors that I’ve run into in past learning situations. In fact, they embrace you and encourage you and are thrilled that someone else is trying to understand the art and science of the fly-fishing.
This week I am heading up to the mountains to fish the Blue River. The Blue originates in the Tenmile Range and finds its way to the resort town of Breckenridge. The river maintains its “freestone” status until it gets to Dillon Reservoir after which it becomes a “tailwater” and thus a year round fishery. Obviously, this is where I will park myself. What is particularly odd about this stretch below the reservoir is that within a hundred feet of the river are the outlet malls of Dillon – so not what you normally imagine when you think of fly-fishing in the mountains. I kind of like the idea of being able to spend 5 hours on the river and then turning around and getting some deals on some Columbia outdoor wear or some Creuset cookware.
