Turquoise Lake

In southern Colorado, that old Rocky Mountain state, beneath God's azure heavens is a place called Turquoise Lake. I'd been driving all around, it was time to take some lunch. The lake looked right for fishing, at least that was my hunch. After chow I got my gear and headed for the shore. I tied on a jitterbug, who could ask for anything more. Weedy cover on the left set off a loud alarm, but I was casting to the right just to limber up my arm. From behind an old man came, he'd been watching for a while, "Surface lures won't work out here," he mumbled with a smile. "You know this is a trout lake, they won't hit on surface lures, so get yourself a fly rod and you'll catch some fish for sure." Now just as luck would have it you know where the next cast goes, it's just off of the weed bed, how that water did explode. A Rainbow Trout grabbed my lure and started on a run. I was fishing ultra-light, it was really lots of fun. The oldster stood in wonder, said he never would have thought that on a rig like I had a Rainbow could be caught. Reluctantly the trout gave up, he came in without delay. I gave him slack and he was gone to fight another day.