Today I stole out (mid-day, late - sorry GL) for West Ck (outside Woodland Pk) and while I was lost for an hour on 4wd roads I finally arrived. The trip is basically among an ATV & dirt bike haven with campers all toting the toys. Below shows orange following the roads I took in and green shows where I fished... the water is a couple miles between two private pieces of property. The water was very cold and I was pleased to find brookies so close to home - who knew? They hit both the BH pheasant tail dropper and the smallish royal coachman dry. West Ck is a super small (4' across) stream totally slammed with willows, so going is bushwhacking. There are some beaver impoundments where "larger" fish were holding. It was a glorious day on the Front Range again so being out was awesome. I started in just sneakers but returned to get neoprene socks and wading boots as the area was marshy enough to make travel better if properly outfitted. All the parts of the 1 weight haven't yet arrived so the 3 was used to rip lips before I got the hang of the small fish again. Fun but I only spent a couple hours fishing and had my fill - probably because the willows made travel and casting pretty challenging.
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