Rode up the mountain in the pickup, fly fishing gear in the back of the cab, tall 7-11 coffee (five shots of cream) in the drink holder, and Dylan's Highway 61 on the box. Spent the better part of the late morning and early afternoon in Elevenmile Canyon, fishing the South Platte. Hardly anyone up there. Picture perfect fall day. Was casting well, given I haven't had much time on the water lately, but didn't have much to show for it. Creeled a nice brown early on, using a #16 beadhead pheasant tail. After that, the action died. Tried a couple of new patterns the boys at Angler's Covey suggested, but no luck. Didn't matter. Had a great time being outside on the water. Would like to have stayed till dusk, see if things didn't pick up, but a dinner date precluded it. Maybe another time.

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