|Yukon goes Colorado...|
The indicator swam downstream, chasing a twelve inch rainbow that was now running scared. My leader had cut as I extended the rubber basket toward the head I had just turned. And now, the small trout that controlled his pursuer, was fighting hard to escape. I watched as the white bobber stopped mid-stream, the fish turning to catch his breath, finding respite in a pocket of slack water behind a small chunk of unpolished granite. Maybe this is why I don’t use indicators.
It was still dark when I turned into the Denver neighborhood, and to Ivan’s credit, the fact that I was late played little into the conversation as we headed south towards Deckers.
Change comes to us all differently. For Ivan, it’s learning the difference between the familiar of Montana, to the new of Colorado. For me it could be the changing of a career, trading copiers for something else. Anything else. Or it could be the stubborn refusal to use indicators, not wanting to change something that may or may not be working. But regardless of when change happens, it’s there to humble you. And more often than not, it’s there to help you grow, if only, to get you over your fear of bobbers.
Tying a new double surgeons knot into the leader, I rolled out a few feet of 6X fluorocarbon, attaching an unnatural dry fly above a dropped halo midge.
Walking downstream, I ripped some line from my reel, watching the water for the indicator that remained attached to the resident rainbow. The plastic ball was found swaying in the current, as my newly tied flies swung downstream. And as the line crossed the bridge of the trouts nose, I pulled tight.
Lifting the rod, the indicator danced midair, and the weight of the fish fought purposefully against the pressure he now felt. The fish was quickly turned, presumably still tired from the last fight. Ivan met him easily, scooping him quickly into the rubber mesh.
And as we looked into the net, we both found something to smile about. Ivan found a new river entertaining, enjoying each step in pursuit of something he knows well.
I found a trout, four flies, and an indicator. I had found some change.