It never ceases to amaze me how the creator's grand plan for this river unfolds. Even as grand as it is, it pales in comparison to what could haven taken place over the scheme of ageless time and is only noticeable to us who live in this period.
The river has changed... and she is vibrant and beautiful in good ways, but carries ugly scars of nature's wrath and fury.
On the day the initial stocking was to take place I came to see the Blue. I took images of what she looks like at some of my favored places such as Chimney, Hughes Crossing, Autumn Rose Falls, and my all time sweetheart 17.
While at 17 I decided to police the area around the campsite and as an usual habit I re-kindled my habit of removing liter from this beautiful wild area.
The primary reason, besides a ritual I have carried for the last fifteen years or so, was to be on the on river the day of or after the stocking to begin the selection of the next Mystery fly for the Blue River Fly Classic. This morning I would have time to test two patterns before the skies opened up pouring rainfall and Mother Nature sent lightning bolts across the dome above. She did, however, send warning signals the hot streaks were about to come.
Both candidates produced, but the degree of production was short lived in duration and I plan on giving both chaps a go at the trout again.
The river really looks good. This should be a great season on the river Blue.
