It's hot this week, with temperatures into the 90s and a 600-acre forest fire burning above Nederland. With the heat comes nights of poor sleep, of waking up and feeling the prickle in your skin that says the night never really cooled off. So I went to South Boulder Creek at dawn seeking cool water and a reprieve from the heat.
The sun was peeking over the eastern plains when I parked and the sky was a fantastic, forest fire and smoke-tinted orange. I had my 3-weight Butterstick in hand, but ended up switching to my Dragontail Shadowfire 360 tenkara rod. The fish were holding in tiny, soft eddies along the banks and beneath rocks, places where I couldn’t get a drift with a rod and reel, and the tenkara rod lets me drop an elk hair emerger right on a trout’s nose.
South Boulder Creek is an up and down affair for me. Last summer it didn’t fish for shit. Denver Water siphoned so much out of the creek that there wasn’t anything left for the trout by the time August rolled around. This year, a casual ninety minutes before work saw seven trout in my net, all browns except one feisty rainbow, two of them something over 12-inches. A pretty healthy return for an insomnia-fueled dodge out to a local creek before the work day began.