The fishing on Boulder Creek has been amazing. When the kayakers aren’t there, the water is clear and the dry fly fishing is on fire. Eager fish destroying anything floating by. When the water gets muddied, nymphing is necessary. I am not a fan of nymphing, but I love catching fish. The girl in the tree wouldn’t stop talking about her Dad fishing, but she had never seen a a fish as “cool” as this one. I guess her Dad isn’t a trout fisherman.