Fat Guy Fly Fisher Kyle Deneen gets Mondays off. On this particular weekday start, he was near Denver (I planted a GPS tracker on his ride during this scene), and since the weather was supposed to be pretty nice I remotely re-calibrated the device so he would wind up near some fishing water. Thankfully, the guy is paranoid when venturing into urban environs, and won’t leave the house without being geared up in case heavy combat ensues. It was a sunny fly fishing brunch, fittingly near an avenue called Florida.
Alas, we hooked one pig between us that never felt a grip around its tail. But we did bump into local carp magnet Tom Teasdale, and were glad when he took off. Reason…he schooled us, with three fish in an hour (Kyle played net boy), including one tipping the scales around fifteen pounds. Pretty much while we were standing elbow to elbow too. Ouch.
Ok, so the guy fishes the brownwater around a hundred days a year. Still, I’ve got a lot to learn about these goldfish.