Look For Bass on the Front Range
“The tide is high and I’m – movin’ on…”
Oh, Blondie. You’re lyrics are so wise and fitting. You just need to replace “tide” with “creek” and you’re right on.
There is a truckload of water in Colorado right now. Rivers, creeks, lakes, drainage ditches, gutters, and bird baths are all up to their rims right now (that sounds dirty. sorry.).
So when this happens, people move on. Customers, employees, and friends have been scattering all over the state to find decent water. Some are going up high to find troutable mountain lakes, others are going low to find hungry bass. I have been one of the latter.
Although not fishing as much as I’d like (which is probably the situation with everyone reading this), I have been hitting a few un-named lakes, and sticking some shallow water basses.
I’m not a huge fan of sight fishing for bass on their beds–just seems like we should leave them alone–but I couldn’t help but have fun rolling streamers at the base of submerged trees on Carter Lake (okay, I’ll name one lake) a few days back. The wife and I did some camping for a few days, and steps from our camper door was an accessible, productive stretch of flats with flooded trees and brush…and bass hunkering up in between them. Like I said, the recipe for the day was an ugly crawdad pattern plopped up against an immature tree trunk. On some casting occasions, the bass would grab the fly on the drop, stretching my fly line before I set the hook. Other times, they would chase it down on the strip, aggressively attacking it. The fish weren’t huge, but I’ll take a 13″ largemouth on a fly any day.
My Carter Lake slice of Heaven
Other lakes (that will remain a mystery…) have been producing very sizable largemouth and smallmouth. Most every lake of any size on the front range has a population of bass in it. Part of the fun is exploring these lakes with your 6 wt fly rod. Whether it’s the open space pond that you pass on your way home from work that you keep telling yourself you need to fish, or the popular, productive lake with the hogs in it that you just haven’t found the time to hit this year, throw your rod in the car and take a few minutes to pull a Belly Ache Minnow through the timber or pop a rubber-legged foam bug between the cat tails. You may feel the subtle tug of a 13″ Kentucky, or see the surface explosion of a 6 pounder.