Fishing with Dad

On Sunday, Dad and I went to breakfast to Gunnysack for brunch we then went fly-fishing on the Gunnison River, starting at the Neversink recreation area. When we parked, I got out and saw this doe.

Dad and I split up and I walked through some brush surrounding one of the small off-shoot of the Gunnison. Here is a picture:

I walked to where this stream emptied back into the larger river and started fly-fishing when this man walked up and started fishing at this rock overhang. We started talking and he is a barber in Gunnison. Above his head is Highway 50. He told me in the Spring he caught a 22 inch brown. I was only able to get my line out to left of the bushes in the middle of the picture a few times with a couple of different flies.


After about a half-of-hour of fishing at this spot, I walked back to my SUV. Dad was there and we decided to drive to our usual fishing spot. We fished at the bank until 4:00 p.m. before Dad left for Grand Junction. I caught two small rainbow trout, not more than five inches, which I released back to the Gunnison River.