About a week ago on the way down the hill from a good day on the river, my buddy and I saw a black squirrel. Maybe it is just farmer's lore, but when you see a black squirrel, I have been told that means we are in for one nasty cold winter. Living in Colorado, this shouldn't be much of a surprise. You get used to snow on Tuesday, followed by 65 degrees and sunny on Friday. One thing I have not seen since moving here is snow that comes before the leaves fall off the trees. On Saturday, we woke up to 6-8 inches of snow on our decks. After shoveling off the bulk of the weight, I turned around to see that the little burst of wind, had taken the leaves off of our maple and oak trees, creating a bit of frozen potpourri.
Another interesting shot from the weekend is one that is more reminiscent of Mt. Tam than it is of Left Hand Canyon.
We've had a bit of the fog/haze hanging over Boulder, since Saturday. It'll go away, unfortunately, so has dry fly season. Cold hands, cold water, waders with sweats on underneath, midges, leaches, eggs, and bright yellow strike indicators may be all that is left for the angler in these parts until the Mother's Day next year.
The fly of the day is the Bunny Leach, courtesy of Mike Mora at the San Juan River Fly Fishing Site

Tight Lines,
Dave

Because my grandparents were farmers, driving and working on machinery is something that I learned at an early age. I can pretty much look at a component and figure out what needs to be done. In case of a break-glass emergency, I'll consult an owners, Hayes, or Chiton manual, which will usually give you about 75% of the information you need to do it properly. It wasn't until I was in my mid-20's that I really figured out that not everyone grew up around a pretty extensive set of power tools, benches, vices, and the like. I imagine that the percentage of people who can and do fix their own gear will continue to decrease as the digital age progresses. 


