Our attempt at literary pieces to help our fellow anglers.
Recently I had a humbling experience on a to Cheesman Canyon, one that will forever change the way I prepare for a long winter day of fishing. It was mid week in January, and I was in need of a good day on the water. Feeling that a long walk, and some great scenery would do me well, I headed out to the upper stretches of Cheesman Canyon. Normally I would always walk in from the bottom lot, seeing as the hike in is much more manageable (especially since they rebuilt the upper trail). But that day seemed like a good day to get out and hike and clear my head. The weather that day was supposed to be mild and sunny, with a high around 45 degrees; all in all a perfect day to spend fishing my favorite stretch of river.
The morning started out slow, with only a couple fish to hand. My game plan was to start at the very top of the canyon and fish my way down stream. By about noon, I had reached Schoonover Gulch, about 1/4 mile from the top. I was eying a nice looking pool, but I knew there was no way to fish it productively from the side of the river I was on. Determined to find some feeding fish, I searched for a good spot to cross. After spotting a shallow looking section, I made my way down the steep canyon slope and proceeded to cross. The flows in the canyon that day were around 200 cfs, so I wasn’t concerned that wading across the river would prove to be daunting or treacherous.