Two of my favourite New Mexico rivers are the San Juan River and the Cimarron River. This story is about Cimarron. Cimarron River is in northeastern New Mexico and comes from Eagle Nest Lake. Situated on the jap coast of Sangre de Cristo Mountains, this dry-flying jewel flows east by the Cimarron Canyon Nationwide Park alongside US Hwy 64. After flowing into a number of different streams, this water finally reaches the Mississippi River. New Mexico Recreation and Fish estimates practically four,00zero tough massive wild browns per million miles, that is undoubtedly the healthiest wild brown trout within the state and one well being within the southern rocky mountains. Most wild edges are 10-14 inches with the only massive boy. This fishing just isn’t well-known however can nonetheless be a bit crowded close to the center of the summer season.
I can simply go to Cimarron inside one dish from My Warehouse close to Tyler, Texas and Vera fishing late afternoon or early subsequent morning. The excessive mountain is gorgeous and the fishing is nice.
My story begins in mid-June 2002. In June, the flight is full at Cimarron and enormous edges will assault 14 or 16 Stimulator at common intervals. That is my favourite time a 12 months to catch this river. It is a dry fly fishing at its greatest.
Sadly, if you happen to keep in mind, it was on the time that wild fires had been engulfing many components of New Mexico, Colorado and Arizona. The Cimarron Canyon Nationwide Park was surrounded by some such fires.
I arrived at Pine Ridge Resort, nearly a mile from the standard of fishing, late monday evening. It is a lovely little four-room lodge positioned close to the doorway of the nationwide park. After buying, the lodge proprietor advised me that the park was closed and had been from Friday. Attributable to hearth danger, it was closed for every thing together with tenting, mountaineering, picnicking and sure … fishing. Each backyard to tug off was barricaded in vivid yellow. Evidently each different tree has a Park Closed brand nailed to it. I couldn’t imagine it. I had pushed 12 hours a solution to spend some private time of scorching air and … you wouldn’t understand it … no looking. I used to be sick.
There was no different place close to I may fish until I had directions to fish some non-public life that was near it. I referred to as my good buddy, Doc Thompson, from Excessive Nation Anglers. Doc is one of the best route information for little Northeast New Mexico physicians, together with the non-public space of Cimarron. He was booked. There's no probability I'll go to personal water.
I used to be contemplating reducing my loss, packing up my gear and going residence my tail between my ft after I noticed the backyard ranger turning into the parking zone. I approached him, explaining my bother and requested him to be merciful about this misunderstood Texan. He identified that there was little he may do. He was appointed by increased individuals to shut the park. The world was very dry and the worry of the forest water was excessive always. He lastly gave me somewhat window of hope when he mentioned that if the wind didn’t stand up or change the path of the evening he would ask if he may open the yard the following day. No ensures. There was solely a small likelihood that issues prevented me, however I made a decision to attend and see.
The following morning, turning and early, I walked to the lodge desk with my fingers and crossed. "Excellent news" the proprietor mentioned, "you’ll be able to fish." Parker Ranger referred to as the lodge and advised the proprietor to inform Tex that he may fish. Ranger opened the yard for fishing solely. No one may camp, stroll or picnic. Solely fishing. Better of all, he left all of the barricades and park closed enroll. My head began to suck this state of affairs. May or not it’s true? Is it attainable that anyplace on this nation is a stream full of massive brown, filled with fish that desires to catch dry flies, haven’t been fishing for 5 days, Park Closed has an indication on one another and has vibrant yellow barricades Who pulls away? Is that this actually going to occur? And most of all … is that this truly occurring to me? Sure … it was !!!
I nearly broke my leg and the rods received so quick. I used to be the one man who hunted this 12 miles away of high quality trout. The one particular person. The river has not been attempting to find 5 days. None. Night time. Completely zero. What a powerful alternative. I left water at eight:00. Figuring out that the flight began at 9:00, I bumped a dimension 16 yellow booster with copper John dropper on my 2WT pole. For the following hour the seize was 50/50 in dry and nymph. When the trumpet began, I eliminated my thoughts to focus on dryness. My tummy was repeatedly torn by hungry silk. The promise began at 9:00 and at last misplaced round 2:00 when the day lasted. At the moment I landed greater than 40 brine on dry. Most of them had been on the 10 to 12 inch stage. Some somewhat smaller and a few somewhat greater. General, I didn’t see one other particular person on the river. I used to be a complete flying hunt of bliss. Later within the afternoon, when the temperature started to fall, they started to throw their fingers again and make it proper till darkish. I misplaced a variety of the entire variety of fish I landed this present day. After some time, you simply cease counting. The fish was fabulous and the simplicity was even higher.
The day after I'd take a brake in my parked Jeep for a shot of Joe or one thing, individuals would drive a purchase order and provides me numerous mistrust. I may see her lips mumbled one thing like, "this fool Texan … cannot he learn the symbols?" I had little interest in placing these channels. I needed the entire state of New Mexico and the entire world to assume that the park was fully closed and by no means open once more.
That evening, again in my room, the intense actuality of the summer season was vibrant. I sat on my facade and watched the helicopters and different massive planes dropped numerous water on the forest hearth that was scattered alongside the mountain. Enormous partitions of smoke drew the horizon. I may solely get unhappy as a result of the destruction was evolving earlier than my eyes. When it was too darkish to see, I left my room.
Later that evening, after I was bored with my nonetheless mattress, I discovered it tough to sleep. As my thoughts ran out of the hearth outdoors and danced with my ideas about my hunt, I giggled like feeling swollen with pleasure. My fishing was saved by my thoughts. I may solely surprise what the following day would carry. Would my flying isolation come to an finish? Guess what … it didn’t.
I left the backyard early subsequent morning to face the identical state of affairs. Marks and barricades had been nonetheless there and nobody was in sight. Utilizing the identical flies and know-how, I used the identical success I had the day earlier than. It was not till late afternoon that I noticed one different automobile within the yard. The phrase was lastly launched. Then it was okay. I loved a number of hours of fine fishing the following morning earlier than returning to Tyler.
Is it ethical right here? I have no idea. It was undoubtedly a fishing journey I’ll always remember. Nonetheless, it appears very unlucky that my memorable fishing journey is on the expense of as a lot. Southwest misplaced an unbelievable quantity of fine forest and helpless wildlife throughout this horrible time. The houses had been gone and the energetic lids had been destroyed. I suppose movie star is true, "good one's often on the expense of another person."
Supply by Steve Robbins