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I'm a chronic lurker who is now surfacing. I've been on a fishing kick lately to moderate my rifle shooting obsession. If you think lost lures are expensive, they are nothing compared to bullets that you purposely fire, some costing more than a dollar apeice-what a waste. Anyway, I have learned a ton from you guys and my wife says it's a much more wholsome hobby.
I started the day at the Arsenal, but it was slow and I was more in a trout mood anyway. I packed up and headed up to Silverthorne for some fly fishing. Along the way, I stopped by Prospect Ponds in Wheat Ridge to scout out it's potential for taking bass on a light fly rod. (I have this fantasy of taking a whale on the fly). The west lake looks like those clear, warm southern lakes with forests of weeds. Perfect for bass, but better with heavy spinning gear ripping lures out of the weeds. Sure enough, I saw a couple of 20 plus inch fish that I'm sure were bass. Millions of minnows and not many panfish (must have been eaten by the above)
Then I scouted out the pond just to the east. I saw a sight that was simply amazing. The clear pond bottom was covered with a carpet of bullfrog tadpoles. It's a sight to behold. It's not a big pond, and I'm sure that if you counted them all, there would be over a couple million of them-not kidding! I didn't see any fish except for a 4 inch bluegill. I'm told that each of these ponds has a different biology. I propose that someone accidentally drop some juvenile bass from the west pond into the east pond. The bass would promptly grow into 10 pounders in no time, or die of gluttony. This would soon become the best bass habitat in the western US. Another solution is to have someone secretly connect the two ponds with a small channel. They are only 20 feet apart and it wouldn't take much digging. If we all pitch in, we could get in done in an hour or two.
By the way, I got skunked on the Blue River later in the day, as did every other fly fisherman I talked to.
I started the day at the Arsenal, but it was slow and I was more in a trout mood anyway. I packed up and headed up to Silverthorne for some fly fishing. Along the way, I stopped by Prospect Ponds in Wheat Ridge to scout out it's potential for taking bass on a light fly rod. (I have this fantasy of taking a whale on the fly). The west lake looks like those clear, warm southern lakes with forests of weeds. Perfect for bass, but better with heavy spinning gear ripping lures out of the weeds. Sure enough, I saw a couple of 20 plus inch fish that I'm sure were bass. Millions of minnows and not many panfish (must have been eaten by the above)
Then I scouted out the pond just to the east. I saw a sight that was simply amazing. The clear pond bottom was covered with a carpet of bullfrog tadpoles. It's a sight to behold. It's not a big pond, and I'm sure that if you counted them all, there would be over a couple million of them-not kidding! I didn't see any fish except for a 4 inch bluegill. I'm told that each of these ponds has a different biology. I propose that someone accidentally drop some juvenile bass from the west pond into the east pond. The bass would promptly grow into 10 pounders in no time, or die of gluttony. This would soon become the best bass habitat in the western US. Another solution is to have someone secretly connect the two ponds with a small channel. They are only 20 feet apart and it wouldn't take much digging. If we all pitch in, we could get in done in an hour or two.
By the way, I got skunked on the Blue River later in the day, as did every other fly fisherman I talked to.