photos by Todd Newcomer

Words like surgeon's knot, nymphs, leaders and dry flies seem to be buzzing all over as local rivers and streams have cleared to a glassy, blue-green and opened their arms to Durangos community of fly fishermen. Every morning and evening, waderclad anglers begin the fluid art of casting and the search for the days perfect fly. Hoping a trout will rise, fishermen work the pools and eddies and lose themselves in the calming rhythm of the riffles. Whether the fish find the line or not, there is no better way to spend an evening than watching the sun dissolve into the skyline hoping a fish will rise from the depths and offer up a congratulatory, well-earned hand shake.