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Went to the Rocky Mountain Arsenal with my flyrod--it was slow, I caught a little bluegill and that's it. The park ranger came by, she's real nice and starts chatting. She asks me if I heard about what happened at Lake Ladora with the Muskie. I thought she meant Quincy with those 2 that tried to eat each other. It seems that someone recently found one on its back, still alive and struggling. There were 2 little feet hanging out of its mouth.
It was a prarie dog! They removed the prairie dog (dead) and brought it to the park rangers. The fish swam away to live another day. These things are so aggressive that I'm inspired to go after them now. It sure beats the hell out of going after bluegills. I know they have mouse pattern flies and I've always thought they were ridiculous, but I'm not so sure now. I can't wait to see a prairie dog lure
It was a prarie dog! They removed the prairie dog (dead) and brought it to the park rangers. The fish swam away to live another day. These things are so aggressive that I'm inspired to go after them now. It sure beats the hell out of going after bluegills. I know they have mouse pattern flies and I've always thought they were ridiculous, but I'm not so sure now. I can't wait to see a prairie dog lure