Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Fish Ain't Bitin'

I was riding back down the access road at Waterton Canyon, one fine day, watching the fly-fishermen swing their rods.  Eventually, I pulled up at one spot to watch a guy cast, for a while.

From where I was, on the road above the river, I could see all the way to the bottom of the riverbed.  The guy fishing had a much more oblique angle, of course, and could only see the surface of the water.  That meant that he couldn't see what I could see;  three big trout hanging out on the downstream side of some rocks.

I sat on my bike, watching the fisherman's fly land 10 feet to one side of the three fish, over and over.  I considered telling him where the trout were hanging out, but I was enjoying watching them hold their position against the current.

Eventually, the guy plopped his lure down a few feet from the biggest of the three fish.  The fish swam toward it, seemingly sniffed it, then swam away from the fly and back to his original position.

I got back onto the seat of my mountain bike and continued on.  I wish, sometimes, that I was as savvy as that old trout had been, when it comes to passing up the fish hooks that life casts toward me.



  1. Great story. One of my all time favorites.

  2. I suppose I have been the fish that didn't bite, the fish that may have bitten the bait and the fisherman at different points in my life. Nice story!

    Peace :)


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