Blue River Anglers made sure the day got off to a great start. After a brief drive south from his shop in Frisco, we hiked to the river and we started fishing a narrow run with two tiny midge patterns.
The trout didn't mind that the air temperature was in the teens; and I tried not too as well. This stretch of the Blue River is kept ice-free because of an unusual effort to reclaim the river after a long history of mining in the area. Part of the river flows underground, returning to the surface warm enough to keep flowing despite the winter temps.
In one run it appeared that the trout had found a warm-water seep as dozens were bunched up in a small section no bigger than a water bucket. They regularly hit the midge patterns, although it was hard to get a good drift in the slow water were they huddled. The Blue is also home to wild brown trout. While they may be wild, they're not selective. Two attacked the pink strike indicator with enough gusto that Zeke considered tying on a pink hopper fly for kicks.
Zeke helped make the fishing easy -- which is what good guides do. He knew the spots. He had the right patterns. He helped me adjust my casting. And he put up with all of my mistakes with good humor. What more can a sport ask for?
I look forward to returning to the scenic Blue River and fishing again with Zeke.