Vail Valley fishing report
Vail, CO Colorado
I can’t relax when there is fishing on the brain.
It’s an addiction pushed off the cliff of cause and effect, a real mess. The cause is that I am going fishing and the resulting effect is the patience of an impulsive 14-year-old boy with a knack for starting fires.
Obviously a healthy addiction…
Until I hit the river, my mind is multi-tasking what I am currently doing and what I will soon be doing, fishing. Typically, whatever should be the primary focus, such as work, chores, the girl, is given half the attention it should receive while the rest of my attention is carelessly devoted to selfish daydreaming and plotting out my adventure.-
By the time water is rushing around my waders, fly-fishing is all I know. It’s my favorite change of pace for processing thoughts. For me, it helps to expel the stress of deadlines, budget cuts, car notes, credit card bills, and appeasing crazy employers.
I think most people would be happy if their day to day was a little like this: Wake up, go to work, do some stuff, eat lunch, do more stuff, clock out, and then go and do the one thing that makes you the happiest, or fly-fishing, which ever it may be.
Amazingly a lot people have achieved fitting happiness, or fly-fishing, into their day-to-day, but a majority of us must rely on weekends and take mini-vacations to make it a reality.
Backing up to the whole part about appeasing the boss and budget cuts; I eventually figured out that is the real world, and it welcomes you with open arms every day, whether you like it or not.
As many times as I’ve been welcomed into the real world, it still feels like being introduced to a stranger with sweaty hands and bad-breath every time. Eventually, you sort of get used to dealing with the weirdo, but it’s always awkward.
That is where fishing comes in. Fishing is that one really cool but crazy neighbor you lived next to in college. He was always partying, having a good time and could easily distract you from whatever responsibilities were pending at the time. And in the end it was the distraction that brought you back down to earth and made you feel human again.
As humans we need distractions from the daily grind. It gives us something to look forword to, an escape from reality, and a goal to reach. Whether your distraction is backcountry skiing, painting, or fly-fishing, it undeniably serves a fulfilling purpose. And hopefully that is to make us feel part of something bigger than ourselves.
As for the real world, its not that I can’t accept its brash and honest words about reality, and what bills are coming up and that you have to go to work in the morning, because I can; I just can’t get past the initial handshake.
For those looking for a little distraction get out there and do some fishing. On the Eagle flows are at 104 cubic feet per second (CFS). The blue wing olives and tricos have been amazing. Fish still tend to be in fast and deep pocket water and nymphing tiny flies with a lot of weight is still productive.
The upper Colorado River is flowing at 1,090 CFS. Throwing foam terrestrials and stimulator dries are working. As for nymphs, I prefer something with red or Barr’s emerger, if you can find any.
The Gore Creek is flowing at 30 CFS and the same rules apply. Keep it small, 6X, and fish low to the ground.
Miles Comeau is a guide for Alpine River Outfitters in Edwards. He can be reached at 970-926-0900.