Author: Trouts Staff
Being the naysayer that I am, my first initial thoughts regarding a Boa closure system being incorporated into a wading boot was...why? What's wrong with laces? My sentiments have since changed. Here's why...
On a recent trip to Bolivia to chase Golden Dorado, I was fortunate enough to travel with our local Sage representative, who just so happened to have a prototype of the new Sage ONE in a 9' 9wt. On our second day of fishing, I was given the rod to take out and put through the ringer.
Every year when flows coming out of Cheesman Reservoir hit the magic 500 - 700 cfs mark, I grab my rod and head for what has become an annual ritual of dry fly madness on my favorite stretch of water in the state. So when flows began to drop earlier this week across the South Platte River basin, I knew that it was time once again to head into the canyon.
Arriving at the Gill Trailhead around 8:30am, I was pleasantly surprised to see 4 other cars in the lot, a true anomaly for any section of the South Platte in the summer. After loading up with a good assortment of big, bushy hopper patterns, I made my way into the canyon for what I hoped would be a great day of fishing. On most days in Cheesman, I would walk right on past the bottom 1/4 of the Canyon, as this tends to be where the highest concentration of anglers typically is. Yet when fishing hoppers, I find it important to move as much as possible, so on this day I decided to play leap frog around the other anglers, and start my day a bit lower than usual.
As I was rigging my rod in Family Hole, there were two sounds that caught my attention. First was the rhythmic flow of a river, and second the distinct buzzing sound of hoppers. GAME ON! It didn't take long to hook into my first fish, and although it wasn't anything to right home about, the joy of seeing a fish eat a dry fly is something that I will never get tired of. As I slowly made my way upstream, I continued picking up fish in a variety of holding areas. Deep pools, pocket water along the banks, riffles and even back eddies were all holding fish willing and eager to eat whatever dry fly I had on my line.