Emergence
Sep 09, 2021
2 minutes
BY BRITTON WHITE
T WAS LATE MORNING on a sunny, calm, late-summer day. I’d been wade-fishing for a couple of hours along the Colorado River, a few miles downstream from my home in Carbondale. The only visible insects were a few tiny mayflies and midges hovering about twenty feet above the center of the river. There’d been no sign of feeding trout other than two small
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