Most of the fish we caught in Colorado were rainbow trout but, just to be different, Becky managed to catch this brown trout. It is the only trout you are allowed to keep when fishing in the Rio Grande River but we did most of our fishing at Love Lake up in the mountains where rainbows could also be kept.
Although the brown above was the only brown we caught, rainbow were a different story altogether. We caught a few in our first couple of visits to the lake but after running into a mamber of the little church we attended in Creede up at the lake who let us in on his 'secret' we pretty well came home with our limit of eight rainbow every trip. He even shared hooks and bait with Becky that first day!
After icing down our catch we sometimes drove up the road a couple of miles where you find spots such as this one where Becky is enjoying lunch. If we saw another vehicle we considered it crowded!!
This is the view Becky was enjoying as she ate her lunch to regain her strength after a hard day on the lake - all together now - "Poor Becky".
Of course, like everywhere, fishing was sometimes a little on the slow side. When this was the case there was nothing to do but enjoy the scenery (how bad can it get?). On this day a couple of the local cowhands were rounding up cows to push them up the valley getting ready to gather them for winter. Their shouts echoing up the valley as they drove them along the trail took you back in time to the 19th century when this would have been a common sight.
This shot was taken from the spot we usually chose to do our fishing. I must admit it really did illustrate the old saying about a bad day fishing being better than the best day working!!! Below you can make out the cowboys and cattle as they make their way up the valley.
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