We drove up to Taylor Reservoir in the crisp early morning. I did not realize the altitude of Taylor River and Taylor Reservoir because the lake is still frozen (although I now have another lake to go ice fishing next winter). Here are a couple of photos when we parked and looked at the incredible view.
Because we were not dressed for fishing in the Taylor river, we drove through town and stopped first to fish on the Gunnison River on the way to Blue Mesa Reservoir.
I took a couple of photos of the canyon Dad and were fishing from, there was also three or four geese that fought and I also saw, but was not able to photograph well, a type of pelican. It is time like that I wish I had a better camera to catch these moments.
In the second photo you can see Dad fishing. I love the fact that living in Gunnison means I can get out of town and be fishing on the clear and wild river in mere minutes from where I live. We didn't catch anything here, the water was rushing too fast for bait fishing on the bottom and the fish weren't hitting any of the Panther Martins or other lures I had in tackle box. I rarely have success fishing with lures, most of my success has been with salmon eggs or worms.
We drove down to Blue Mesa and fished for the rest of the day. The lake level is lower than I have ever seen it. We had to hike down to the water's edge. Dad and separated and he walked closer to the bridge. I was at about the same place Jarrett and I went ice fishing. At one point I looked over and say Dad pulling in his second fish, so I went to where he was and caught two keepers for myself; the first rainbow trout was one of the larger trout I have caught, it was over 16 inches and I couldn't reach my hand around the entire fish (although with my mutant small hands, that is not saying much).
I love this second photo of Dad sitting and fishing. For about 45 minutes, Dad and I caught the four fish we took back to cabin for dinner while catching and releasing just as many smaller fish. Dad's first fish looked like a brown trout. The two fish I caught were rainbow. The last two photos are of me and Dad holding up the fish both in iconic fishing poses. I had just finished cleaning all four trout and was ready to get back to Gunnison. My pants had fish gore, salmon eggs, and mud but they don't look that dirty (I am sure my zipper was up, but it is hard to tell from the photograph). I had a great weekend with my father.
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