And no, this does not refer to the hideous green corduroy get-up I wore to Christmas Eve dinner when I was ten. If jumpers ever really were 'in,' they certainly shouldn't have been. Accordingly, the Christmas Jumper is a hideous greenly dressed fly creation of mine. On a fishing trip with my dad, he christened it -- and the name stuck. Coincidentally, it's also stuck a lot of fish.
Maybe jumpers aren't so bad after all?
The day before, Jay had baited me. He knows how to do this...very well. He knew I wanted to see a yellow perch, that I wanted to catch one. Over my make-shift canyon phone he said, "Yellow Perch were biting hard at Wonderland Lake tonight. So.....what are your plans for tomorrow?" My plans for tomorrow? Well now? To catch yellow perch!
Banjo and I arrived at Wonderland Lake around 9:30 that morning -- after I had downed two cups of coffee. Thus, we spent about a half an hour walking around looking for a public restroom. This was a Boulder County Open Space. It had a trailhead -- and, a playground. It had to have a restroom. Right? Kids have to pee! There were people everywhere. Where were they going to relieve their morning coffee, I wonder? All I can say is, Men, appreciate your apparatus. Appreciate being able to do these types of things conspicuously. With my apparatus, a dog, and a fly rod, it wasn't easy to hide. I managed to, although I'm sure it wasn't couth (or legal).
With this dirty deed complete, I headed to the beach off-shooting the dam. There, I ran into Justin, who writes Fish Tales and Fish Tails. We talked flies and both salivated over the feeding carp we could see but not touch...the sanctuaried shore shushed us like a mother -- look but don't touch. And the carp thumbed their noses, or barbeled their mouths, or whatever their equivalent is, at us...I'm sure of it.
Justin and I fished in the same area of Wonderland and it was fun, shooting the breeze while casting into it...thanks, Justin!
Plus, my plans panned out...I got my perch! Six of 'em!