Over Christmas we went to Colorado to spend the holidays with my parents and to get a little free childcare for our daughter. The weather in Colorado was chilly, but nice. I spent a day fishing with my younger brother and dad on the South Platte near Deckers (SW of Denver). The name of the game was tiny midges. Both my brother and I got into a few small fish (probably because they had just stocked thousands of them a week or so before), but the larger fish, although visible, were not biting.
After a few days in Colorado we drove eight hours east to NE Kansas to take our one year old to meet her great-grandmothers and to attend a funeral for a close family member. As often happens in that part of the US, some freak weather was bearing down on us, so instead of hanging out until Christmas day we decided to try and high-tail it back west. We left just before the really bad part of the storm hit the east side of Kansas and we made it to my aunts house in Beverly, Kansas. As my brother and I went into “town” to pick up some Cokes for the Rum we had brought, I saw the sign below and found it a little humorous considering it is a town of maybe 150 and this is the only store/bar/gas pump in town.
After a night’s sleep in Beverly, we continued on our way west and ran back into the storm. Blizzard-like snow and fifty mile an hour winds that buffeted us the entire way back since the wind was coming straight south and we were going straight west (if you have never been in the Midwest you can not truly appreciate how straight a road can be). We made it back and took a day to relax and blow the snow off my parents road. Then we hooked up with my dad’s fishing buddy and headed to the Arkansas river in Canon City, figuring that it was lower in elevation then the South Platte, and so might have a bit more activity. Boy was I wrong. The South Platte was free of ice and flowing beautifully when we were there and the Arkansas was—well, it looked like this:
There was ice and slush flowing in the river which made for tricky casting, so I walked along the four-inch thick ice on the side of the river to try and find some holes to fish. The fish would dart out from under the ice that I was walking on and then I would lose site of where they went because of the slush/ice flowing in the river. I found a doll for my daughter frozen in the ice and brought it home, but my wife won’t let me give it to her. Wonder why? It’s not all that freaky,is it? =)