Paul had just returned from a slew of overseas traveling and gave me a call to get on the water. We decided a creek day was just what he needed and I picked him up for a drive into the mountains. The flows were perfect and the Animas was the prettiest color green you can imagine. Normally I hit this stretch on the way out, but it just looked too good to pass up. We spent the whole day picking up brookies and cutthroat on a little beetle pattern. Every pocket had a hungry fish eager to rise to the dry. I think the trout know winter is right around the corner, and are fattening up for their long snowy break.