I headed out to fish the South Platte in 11 Mile Canyon and arrived @ 10am on a crisp & chilly 45° day. I counted 20 cars on the way up the road to the final bridge. I loaded new Ghost Bomber with money midges and maroon PopTops I tied last night and set off. I could see plenty of fish but didn't even get a strike till afternoon. The water was cold but the fish seemed active; many were doing spawn stuff. Ultimately at 1:30pm, the bite came on as I was making my way back to the car to bail. I started catching fish above the hot corner then did plenty right at the hot corner. I caught a half doz fish in the span of just an hour!
It was a great hour except when I hooked into a huge ~24" 5#er and fought for about 10mins. I had him close to net on several occasions but he'd go on another run. He ultimate got downstream of me, but I kept up, and was headed for a party of fishermen in the hole below the hot corner. All were watching the match between me and the chunkster; a woman from the party chose to "help" with her big net but attempted to scoop from the tail side... when he splashed she hit my line and he and my rig were gone. Bummer. Kind of a reminder to do your own netting, not knowing the skills of others.
Stopped at Trinity on the way home and got a gift for Scott... maybe it was about my lost fish too.
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