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There is no way to describe the feeling of somebody getting just what they deserve!

I got out on the water yesterday, and the weather was perfect! Bright blue skies, no wind, and the temperature rose to 25; which is pretty warm. The day before, the temperature never rose above 10 degrees. The wind was howling, so it felt much colder. It was -22 when I woke up.

I was excited just to be fishing! It felt like forever since I'd been out, and in all reality, it had been the longest stint of not fishing I can remember. I hit the water and rigged up. I fished for a little bit, but couldn't get the fish dialed in. I knew there would be a midge hatch with the sun shining on the water. Sure enough, cream midges about size 22 (which is tiny) started fluttering around the surface. I knew the fish would be keyed in on these little guys, so I switched to a pulsating emerger (which I brought from NC, deadly on two sides of the country). I quickly nailed one, but couldn't get another fish to look at it.

About this time, two bumbling idiots came shuffling down to the edge of the water, opposite the bank I was fishing. I know what happened. They saw my license plate, they were parked right next to me, and decided an out of stater didn't deserve fishing "their" water. I've seen and heard of this happening out here before. So, these two assholes stare me down and literally JUMP in the water right where I was making my drifts. They then proceeded to slog up the river, right through the water I was going to be fishing. Needless to say, I had a few choice words for them, although I didn't let them know it bothered me.

I heard these two guys saying things like, "Oh man, look at all the little green bugs!"

They could not have sounded more unintelligent fishing wise, but they still had their pretentious heir about them. These "little green bugs" were actually tiny cream midges. I will give them the benefit of the doubt though, I had to actually catch one before I knew exactly what color they were.

With the two assholes upstream and with their back turned to me, they didn't see what I knew was about to happen. I'd seen this happen before on a day just like yesterday. The fish started rising to the midges that were now on top of the water. There were a few rising in the run, but most of the action was taking place in the shallow tail-out. This was the water the assholes passed up. I just so happened to have the perfect fly, another transplant from NC, a cream midge dry size 22.

I slowly slinked downstream and started casting to the rising fish. It's tough enough to see a size 22 dry fly from the start, but throw in a deadly glare, and it's downright impossible. I just had to set the hook when a fish rose in the vicinity of my fly. I'm pretty in tune with my casting and know pretty much where my fly is, but I have to admit I set the hook on a few ghost fish! Anyways, I soon hooked into the first fish. It was a decent sized brown. I made sure to let out a little whoop to get the two asshole's attention.

They hadn't caught a fish.

The action was hot and heavy for about an hour and a half. I ended up landing 18 fish, and missed a few more. All the while, the assholes were fish-less and left scratching their heads.

The bite slowed considerably until there were no fish rising at all. About this time, asshole 1 and 2 came trudging down the bank towards me. I made it a point to wade over to the bank they were coming down.

They then asked me an awesome question, "May we fish here now?".

My response was, "Sure, but I've already caught all the fish!"

Then a stupid question, "Did you drive up from Denver?"

Mustering the most southern accent I could, I responded, "Naw, I'm from South Carolina. And I just schooled y'all up on your own water!"

I turned and walked away. I felt a little bad for sounding like a jerk, but I didn't really. I remembered what they did and how they acted, and the whole scene seemed a perfect way to justify their actions.

Karma's a BITCH.

I didn't take pictures of all the fish, just the nicer ones. I also ended up catching one more downstream on a size 20 flashback baetis. Nobody saw me catch that fish, and I'm cool with that. My appetite for revenge has been filled for a while!

This is a picture of asshole 1










Stay Tuned Folks,
Muddler

CABIN FEVER

Well, it's pretty hard to put into words how boring this place can be when not working! It's been snowing like crazy here lately, which makes the snowshoeing a major pain-in-the-you-know-what! The hike up is still not worth the ride down... I don't have the scratch to drop on lift tickets to the ski resorts, even with free ski rentals. The wind has been howling and the temps have been extremely cold, making fishing nowhere close to an option.

I got out the other day and shot my pistol, but with the price of ammunition, I wasn't able to shoot for very long.

I've always heard of Cabin Fever, but didn't really expect this amount of sheer boredom! I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow!

I've been contemplating a new tattoo for a while, and I was sure that I wanted a trout. A brown trout. Would it make sense to get anything else? I think not! After sitting on the couch all yesterday morning, I decided it was time.

Mom told me to buy something with the gift card she sent me, I'm pretty sure she didn't mean a tattoo...

I headed into Winter Park to meet with AJ, the tattoo artist. He said he was busy in the early afternoon but would make up a sketch and could do the deed around 6.

I was excited and a bit nervous as I walked into the shop. But AJ let me put on my iPod, which was jamming Derek & The Dominos. The pain was nowhere close to what I thought it would be, and AJ did a fine job! I'm really pleased with how it turned out!



This is definitely the biggest fish I've caught in a while, but it's hard to practice catch and release with something as permanent as a tattoo!

Now I'm thinking about what I'm getting next! Just kidding, Mom! Maybe...

Peace Out People,
MuddlerMan

What's Been Going On

Well, the holidays have come and gone. So have most of the guests and staff. There are a few of us left, and aside from the guests on the weekends, it's pretty slow around here. Not to worry, there is plenty to keep one busy!

First of all, there is tons of great beer to be had around these parts. This past Monday, had to drive a friend to Denver International early in the morning. Had another friend tagging along and we had decided to make a day of it off ranch. We had heard of a neat little brewery in Golden, CO. And no, it was not Coors. The brewery is called the Golden City Brewery, the second largest brewery in Golden. The only way to describe it is neat and little.

We sat down and ordered the beer sampler, which was a great deal for $7. The two beers we fell in love with were the seasonal Black Hops, which is a DARK IPA. The other was their flagship beer, Evolution IPA. I was not really a fan of IPAs before heading out west, but these people are really onto something! Had to get a second sampler, and left with a growler of Black Hops and a 22 oz of Evolution. We also managed a tour of their brewery, which was pretty cool!

We've got other breweries on our radar, the Odell brewery being the one I look forward to most. There is also one to never visit, atleast in my opinion, Grand Lake Brewery. Arf...


I've had to find other things than fishing to occupy my time on days off. It's just too damn cold, plus the rivers are frozen. Cabin fever is starting to set in and I'm nowhere close to seeing the end of the tunnel. Oh well, we've been doing some snowshoeing to the top of Baldy, which is the mountain with ski slopes right here on ranch. I'll tell you, the return on investment is VERY low when skiing without a ski lift. Before I was shown the "fast" way, it took me at least an hour and a half to get to the top, just for a 5 minute ride down. Now that I've found the "fast" way, it only takes about 45 minutes, still not sure if the juice is worth the squeeze...


But, once you get to the top, you are treated to some really breathtaking panoramas! Clear days on top of Baldy really can't be beat, you just have to be willing to put forth some effort.




And to keep from offending my fishy followers, here is a pic of my new stick. It's an Orvis Hydros 9ft 5wt Tip-Flex with the Battenkill Large Arbor III reel, and Olive Dun Wonderline. I got this rod for Christmas. Had Christmas Day off of work, so I HAD to wet a line. The only problem was, it was about 10 degrees. Undeterred, I rigged up. I made one cast, caught one brown, unrigged and took it back to the ranch. I've always thought it bad luck to catch a fish on the first cast. Weird, I know, but a superstition nonetheless. Anyways, I'm sitting on a 100% catch-rate with it, which isn't bad I don't guess!

On a sour note. I have since realized the rod is flawed and has been sent back to Orvis for fixing. The grooved O-ring the reel seat fits into was backwards, so the groove was facing the butt of the rod. I don't think it would have made much of a difference, but I didn't want to have to find out the hard way after hooking a behemoth!


I'll be out in the western-world for a good long while, I've been hired to work through the summer, which seems very distant at the moment. I am ready for the snow to melt and the weather to warm, but that too seems very distant. But, you won't hear me complaining! I'm stoked to be out here living the life I'm living! I just NEED to go fishing, or at least hurry up and learn how to tie flies!

Take Care People,
Muddler