Grape Creek:  The Curious Case Of The Rambunctious Rainbow Resurgence

Late July 2023

For some of my earlier trips on Grape Creek, see: http://hooknfly.com/2022/08/05/grape-creek-comeback/

Grape Creek near Westcliffe, Colorado, is one of my favorite waters.  Flowing some 20+ miles in a remote canyon between DeWeese Reservoir and Canon City with only five public access points, over the past decade it has proven to be a great brown trout fishery plus providing an occasional thrill of a big rainbow.  But like most rivers in the West, Grape Creek has faced a series of threats including a huge gold mine in its watershed and wildly fluctuating water levels caused by irrigation demands and drought that have left water levels so low as to almost dry up the stream in summer.  More recently a series of catastrophic floods in 2019 scoured insects and fish from the stream, leaving it a mere shadow of its former self.

I experienced firsthand the deleterious impacts of these floods when in 2020 I led a visiting fishing buddy from Florida on an expedition into the canyon, having promised him hungry fish, only to narrowly avoid being skunked after six hours of flailing the water.  Two puny, malnourished brown trout helped avoid that ignominy.  Fortunately, by my next outing on the creek in the summer of 2022 with the same buddy my reputation was restored–we fooled a couple of dozen brown trout, including a leviathan of 18-inches, in addition to a surprisingly good number of smaller rainbows.

Big Brownie Certifies Grape Creek Comeback

Later that fall I returned and found the rainbows outnumbering the brownies on the same stretch.   It started me wondering what was up. Was this natural recovery and reproduction by those rainbows or had some fish escaped from DeWeese Reservoir miles upstream or migrated from the Arkansas River below? Maybe some stocking going on, although these rainbows didn’t have the bland colors and frayed fins common with hatchery trout.

Now it’s fast forward to 2023, and I am embarking on my first trip of the year to Grape Creek, a pre-birthday celebration as I turn three-quarters of a century old tomorrow!  The weather is perfect as is the water level which has been a steady 23 cfs the past week.  I have bushwhacked down into the canyon several miles below the lake. 

Into The Wild Canyon

I am using my TFO 4# rod with a #16 Chubby Chernobyl in anticipation of a major hopper hatch with a #18 Tung Teaser to imitate the scads of mayfly nymphs I find scrambling around when I pick up a rock from the streambed. 

I strike out in the first pool, but the second and third produce some smaller rainbows and browns.  Not the hot action I expected.  I check the rocks again and find far more caddis cases and larva, so switch the dropper to a #18 beadhead sparkle caddis larva.  That proves to be the ticket. 

The Deadly Duo–Gold Chubby Chernobyl
and Beadhead Sparkle Caddis

Now the action is fast and furious.  In a run below a short stretch of rapids I fool a couple of muscular rainbows, one almost 14-inches. 

Rainbow On!

Next pool I get more rainbows and one 13-inch brownie, most on the dropper. 

That pattern continues as I net another dozen fish by lunch in addition to several long-distance releases. But surprisingly, the rainbows predominate as I catch four bows to every brown, a remarkable turnabout from the years before the floods.

I again mull over the mystery as wolf down my lunch and quaff my RC Cola elixir.  Natural reproduction?  DeWeese or Arkansas River migrants?  Stockers?  I soon head downstream to test the various hypothesis with some serious piscatorial research.  Now the hopper hatch is in full swing, and the Chubby Chernobyl excels as I work back upstream. 

Hopper Hatch = Feeding Frenzy

I come to a favorite pool created by a giant boulder about 10 feet below a shallow rapid. 

Big Boulder Honey Hole Pool And Rapids Above

I catch a rainbow and brown in the pool, then am surprised by a big rainbow that smashes the Chubby as it bounces down the rapids above.  As soon as he feels the sting of the hook, pandemonium breaks loose as the feisty finned creature goes shooting downstream right by me.  I do a graceful pirouette while issuing some choice expletives and then give chase.  But just as I catch up with the rascal, he shoots back upstream past the boulder and actually climbs through the rapids into the pool above, much like a wild salmon would do.  I reverse course and fortunately catch up when he decides to take a little rest.  I finally slide my net under a beautiful, strapping 15-inch rainbow! 

Rambunctious Rainbow

In the next pool downstream, I coax a 14-inch neon rainbow to strike as well as a respectable 13-inch brownie.  For the next couple of hours I fool two or three trout in every pool or decent run.  Overall for the day, I catch and release over three dozen fish with a 4:1 ratio of rainbows vs. brooks—almost just the opposite of the pattern before the floods.  What gives??  The bows look and act wild with freckles all over their faces, sleek, perfect streamlined bodies, and plenty of spunk. 

Several weeks later I navigate the rough, narrow 4wd road down to the creek at Bear Gulch, one of the few public access points.

View From Bear Gulch Road!

The creek here flows through a large spectacular Bureau of Land Management wilderness study area.

I saunter up the stunning canyon, taking time to enjoy the abundant wildflowers, butterflies, and groves of giant cottonwoods along the creek.

I have another excellent day catching and releasing a couple of dozen fish. The rainbow/ brown split is about 50:50 compared to my past forays when the browns outnumbered the rainbows nearly 10:1 in this stretch. Most of the fish measure 10-14 inches, although I see a few larger finning in the depths of some deep pools.

Rainbow Pool

Now I am really flummoxed.  So I make a mental note to contact the Salida office of Colorado Parks and Wildlife (CPW) to see what they think is behind the rainbow resurgence up and down Grape Creek. 

When I called the next week I am lucky to connect with Alex Townsend, the helpful, knowledgeable aquatic biologist for the Arkansas River region, and he gave me the real skinny.  Rainbows, a variety of which had been stocked throughout the creek since the late 1980s, were virtually wiped out by the floods of 2019.  He tells me the brown trout seem to persist well in this system, bounce back better with natural reproduction, and are already showing some population growth, albeit slow.  However, the flooding gave him a chance to stock a new whirling disease-resistant strain of rainbow trout that is a cross between a Hofer from Germany, that is naturally resistant, with rainbow from the Gunnison River.  The Gunnison rainbows seem to have some natural resistance, are strong, wild fish, and have shown reproductive success.  He hoped that stocking these rainbows would give them a head start over the browns that seem to do well on their own.  He added that because the browns and rainbows have a somewhat different forage base and habitat, while there may be some competition, they don’t fully overlap.  Also, they do not use the same reproductive habitat during the same time of the year—browns spawn in the fall and rainbows in the spring.  My own experience this year and in the past supports Townsend’s point—I have caught many rainbows in faster, shallower water than browns which seem to favor deeper pools and slower runs.

CPW began stocking the hybrid rainbows from the Mt. Shavano Fish Hatchery near Salida in 2021 to the tune of 15,000 per year in 7-8 locations from the confluence of Grape Creek with the Arkansas near Canon City up to below DeWeese Reservoir.  He added that the stocked fish were about 2”-3” in size with an annual growth rate of about three inches although this is highly dependent on habitat and forage. Some fish will grow faster and some slower, he explained.  (The 15-incher I caught must have been feasting on those new steroid-infused hopper flies you can get at Ark Anglers.)  Townsend noted that next year he will be evaluating the population through electrofishing to determine if natural reproduction is occurring.

After hearing this explanation from Alex, I felt a bit like the inimitable Mr. Watson having just been educated by a piscatorial Sherlock Holmes, Townsend having provided a cogent explanation of the curious case of the resurgent rainbows. Quite elementary my dear Mr. Watson!!  It also gave me an even greater appreciation of the fine, hard-working folk at CPW like Alex.  Kudos to them for protecting and enhancing our rivers and streams.  They have created and maintained a wonderful fishery in Grape Creek with a vibrant mix of rainbows and browns. With climate change, habitat loss, and myriad other pressures our waters face, I am more thankful than ever for their efforts.  If you have some spare time, Alex and his CPW colleagues are periodically looking for volunteers to assist in their important projects—give them a ring at 719-539-5520.

Exploring The Hidden Waters Of Lower Grape Creek In Temple Canyon—Act Deux

(Near Canon City, Colorado)

Early May 2021

For my earlier articles on fishing Grape Creek see:

https://hooknfly.com/2019/10/14/exploring-grape-creek-in-the-hidden-recesses-of-temple-canyon-near-canon-city-co/;

http://hooknfly.com/2017/11/08/going-ape-over-grape-creek/

Grape Creek is one of my favorite small waters in Colorado.  It offers wonderful scenery and solitude along with eager browns and rainbows.  I have been fortunate to have explored most of it from just below Deweese Reservoir near its headwaters near Westcliffe all the way down some 30 miles to Canon City.  There are only a few public access points between Deweese and its confluence with the Arkansas River a short distance west of Canon City.  Some of the roughest and wildest stretches are in Temple Canon just upstream of Canon City.  I had a blast exploring scenic upper Temple Canyon in 2018 (See link above.), but my first attempt at sampling those hidden last few miles above the confluence had ended in frustration.  

I was making the drive back from Denver to my cabin near Salida on a Sunday afternoon in early spring with notions of an outing on Grape Creek floating around in my noggin.  Canon City was right on the way, and Google Maps seemed to promise easy access to lower Grape Creek up either Riverside or Grape Creek Drives on the south side of the Arkansas just west of town. To my chagrin, I soon found the hoped-for access near the confluence failed to note that both routes were blocked by private gated  residential development.  Not to be denied, I drove back towards town and over the Arkansas then up to Tunnel Drive trailhead, only to find more “no trespassing” signs posted by the railroad along the north bank blocking any access upstream to the creek.  With my teeth grinding, I pulled out my cell phone and reconnoitered on Google Maps for possible access routes further upstream.  The only possibility I could find was something called Eco Park, accessed via South First Street in Canon City then County Road 3.  It was an easy drive out to Eco Park, but by the time I got there it was too late to attempt what looked to be a two-mile one-way hike to the creek.  Lower Grape Creek would have to wait for my return. 

Ecology Park Is The Gateway To Lower Grape Creek

Fast forward a couple of months and finally the weatherman forecast a day without snow, rain, or howling winds that had plagued my neck of the woods in late March and April, not to mention the so-called Arkansas Water Conservancy District finally decided to release more than a measly four CFS of water into the creek from Deweese Reservoir, which holds water for downstream irrigation by ranches and farms around Canon City.  The low water levels had been further stymying my spring fishing plans for weeks.  The water buffaloes who run the district had finally been releasing a steady 25 cfs for several weeks now, an ideal angling level. (Be sure to check creek water levels before your trip on the District’s web site or by calling Royal Gorge Anglers at 888-994-6743.)

I am suiting up in the Eco Park parking lot at 9:30 a.m. under sunny skies and with a gentle breeze blowing, all systems are go.  A meadowlark is chortling melodiously nearby, his serenade almost always a sign of future angling success for this Kansas farm boy (Meadowlarks are the state bird.).  I don my lightweight waders and get going, carrying a small lunch satchel and two rods.  I start out on the good trail that accommodates hiking, biking, and horseback riders that will take me to the creek in about 0.8 miles.  Immediately I come to a sign directing me south to Grape Creek, but I know from my on-line recon that I should follow the arrow towards Water Gap pointing me straight ahead due west.  As far as I can see on Google Maps, the so-called Grape Creek trail goes nowhere near Grape Creek, and the Water Gap trail route provides the quickest and most direct access to the creek.  Go figure.   

Hang Right–Follow The Water GapTrail

The hike is flat and easy across a wide-open plain for the first quarter mile.  I descend to a gate marking the start of BLM property and continue through it to follow the trail that loops to the right around a ridge and then turns back downhill to what is called the Water Gap, a narrow defile in jagged ridge where two ephemeral creeks have carved out a path to Grape Creek.  

From there the trail follows a broad wash down to the water in another quarter mile.  Sure signs of spring are everywhere, from the colorful flowers and buzzing busy bees to the leafy cottonwoods.

Temple Canyon and Grape Creek Canyon upstream beyond have a fascinating history. The intrepid explorer Zebulon Pike traversed the rugged terrain during the winter of 1806 as he explored the Great American West. He followed a trail used by the Ute Indians that led from the plains to their summer hunting grounds in what we now call the Wet Mountain Valley. Incredibly, in the late 1800s a narrow-gauge railroad line was carved up the canyon to tap the wealth of the silver and gold mines around present-day Silver Cliff and Westcliffe. But it operated for only a few years, landslides and washouts dooming the line. Remnants of this amazing feat can be seen today in the form of old bridge abutments and rock walls along the original rail bed. Workers in those bygones years discovered a spectacular natural amphitheater high above the creek that they dubbed the “Temple,” which became something of a tourist attraction.

Temple Canyon was transferred to the City of Canon City in 1912 by the federal government and today is managed to maintain its wild environment.  The road from the city to Eco Park is paved, but beyond that to the Route 3 bridge over the creek is scary rough in places and twisty-turny, best handled by a 4WD vehicle.  There are only a couple of primitive campgrounds for the hearty overnight visitor.  No motorized contraptions of any kind are allowed in Temple Canyon, only leg-powered hikers.  All of this is great news for the intrepid angler!

As I continue down the wash towards the creek I see a giant pipeline straight ahead.  Turns out it is part of the irrigation diversion system that is sucking a lot of water out of the creek somewhere upstream.  A hundred yards further on I see the result–Grape Creek is nearly dewatered, its flow barely more than a trickle and not a fish in sight in the crystal clear pools.

I had intended to stash my lunch here then hike downstream and work back up for victuals by noon then fish upstream in the afternoon.  Now I am wondering how far I’ll have to hike upstream to find decent flows. 

Fortunately, not too far.  In about 10 minutes following a dirt road that goes upstream, I cross a bridge and come upon a concrete dam where at least half the creek is diverted into the big pipe. 

Irrigation Diversion Dam

I double check my two rods. The 8 ½ foot 4-weight rod is rigged with a #16 Royal Trude that imitates the many small grasshoppers I saw jumping about on the hike in and a #18 sparkle caddis larva that is a reasonable facsimile for the predominate creek insect. On the other, a 5-weight, 8 ½ heavier rod, I have tied on a #18 Tung Teaser followed two feet below by a CDC green hotwire caddis of my own creation that will allow me to plumb some of the deeper bend pools I expect to find based on my experience fishing upper Temple Canyon. I am using a 5X leader on both.

It’s been a few weeks since I have on the water so I decide to take a practice cast into the frothy pool below the dam before I work the long, deep pool above. 

Practice Pool Below Dam

Immediately some small fish give chase to the dry, jumping out of the water in hot pursuit but failing to down the fake bug.  Next cast the dry disappears, and I am onto a feisty trout that has taken the nymph, a little 8-inch rainbow that makes up for lack of size with a good battle. 

Lilliputian Rainbow Starts The Day

Next cast the scene is repeated and another bow slides in to my net.  I miss a couple more strikes then finally the fish wise up. 

Now I’m primed and ready to hit the aforementioned alluring deep green pool right above the dam.  I climb up the concrete structure gingerly, keeping a low profile and cast the dry/dropper.  Surprisingly after a half dozen casts the trout are winning by a shutout.  I switch to the nymph rig to probe depths where I can’t see the bottom, but the result is the same.  I’m starting to think maybe this pool may get fished heavily since it is easily accessible.

Undaunted, I continue upstream. I see a few midges hatching, but no surface activity. I don’t see any boot marks and no broken branches along the shoreline, a telltale sign that it hasn’t been fished recently. Just around bend I come to promising run. It’s tight quarters, with overhanging tree branches in front and back of me. I carefully assess the situation and proceed to hang my first cast on one of the aforementioned branches to my rear. Fortunately I am 6’3” tall and can just barely reach high enough to retrieve the fly. The second cast is on target just off the main current, and as the dry dances downstream it disappears. I’m onto another pugnacious rainbow that has taken the caddis larva.

Narrow Lower Stretch Demands Pinpoint Casts

He’s a few inches larger than the first.  That’s more like it.  My next cast produces a small brownie. 

A few minutes later I come to tempting run along a sheer cliff face. 

Cliff Pool Produces

Another small rainbow immediately nails the nymph.  On the very next cast the dry again disappears, and I can tell I am onto something bigger.  The fish dives and tries to tangle me on the beaver detritus in the depths.  I work him slowly out and am rewarded with a 13-inch brownie that will be the biggest of day. 

Brownie Puts Up Good Brawl

I continue working upstream where the brush thankfully recedes and the creek begins to open up.  I get more frisky rainbows and an occasional brown.  Most are 8-10 inches with a couple of foot-long browns.  I’m a bit surprised that I am not getting anything bigger—in the upper reaches to Temple Canyon on my earlier trip I had shots at several fish that pushed 15-inches.  A narrow trail parallels creek, and I start to see a few boot marks and wonder if more pressure here is the issue.  Surely couldn’t be lack of piscatorial perspicacity or skill.

It’s pushing 1 p.m. now and with 15 or so fish to my credit, I pause for lunch in the warm sun and absorb the beautiful wild scene.  Tiger Swallowtail butterflies are flitting about, and I can see some red cactus flowers blooming up on the steep slope above.  The yellow buds of the cholla cactus are getting ready to burst.

After lunch I round a bend and come upon two huge dams—a beaver pond aficionados dream. I get a couple of small rainbows below the first dam and then see some rises near the left bank above so carefully scramble up on the dam and make a few casts.  I don’t see any fish and no more rises.   I gingerly wade out into the first pond which luckily has a fairly firm bottom and begin casting to the right bank where the current is flowing.  I get several perfect floats but only manage to scare the daylights out of a sizeable brown trout that comes jetting downstream by me.  My ego is salved when I pick up a couple more rainbows below the second dam on the dry fly. 

Then I spot some movement in the cholla meadow along the stream—it’s two anglers in shorts with fly rods hiking back downstream.  Hearty souls I think given the chilly water temperature!  I also think the early birds get the worm (and fish).  I toy with the idea of throwing in the towel, but decide to continue upstream where Google Maps reveals some beautiful bend pools.  Happily I continue to get more steady action for small bows while managing to make things interesting with a couple of my patented long-distance releases on bigger fish.

 By now it’s 3:30 and the sun is beginning to descend below canyon walls.  But I just can’t quit.  The serpentine creek reveals one tempting pool after another around each bend. 

Grape Creek Exorcises Cabin Fever

An hour later I have caught another dozen rainbows and browns and with shadows enveloping the pools and the air cooling quickly, decide to call it a day.  It will take me an hour to get back to the trailhead.  But there are still another two-plus miles of the creek I haven’t yet explored yet, the remotest stretches of Temple Canyon.  I’ll definitely be back!

Exploring Grape Creek In The Hidden Recesses Of Temple Canyon (near Canon City, CO)

October 2019

Photos by Chris Duerksen and Fran Rulon-Miller

For articles on my other adventures on Grape Creek, see my 2017 posts:

http://hooknfly.com/2017/11/08/going-ape-over-grape-creek/

Grape Creek southwest of Canon City, Colorado, is one of my favorite backcountry creeks, offering over 30 miles to explore in a rugged canyon where the wild brownies and bows are plentiful.  And happily, with only a few public access points the entire length, boot marks are scarce.

Most anglers fish the stretch upstream of Canon City, gaining access where County Road 3 crosses it a few miles outside of the town.

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County Road 3 Off US Highway 50 Is Best Access Route–Red Pin Marks Bridge Over Grape Creek and Parking Area

From the bridge an adventuresome angler has over 10 miles of state and federal land with beautiful water to explore before reaching the next public access at Bear Creek Gulch.  The canyon and stream gets wilder the further up you go.

But what of downstream from the bridge into Temple Canyon Park, owned by Canon City?  I’ve rarely seen any serious fisherman head that way.

Temple Canyon Map
Temple Canyon Park Map–Downstream Of County Road 3 Bridge

The creek disappears downstream a few hundred yards into the cottonwood-studded canyon, and most of the hikers venturing into the rocky, spectacular canyon have as their goal the magnificent natural amphitheater on a side canyon off the creek that gives the park its name.   I’m intrigued by the fact that there’s nary a mention online of anyone fishing the five-mile stretch down to the confluence with the Arkansas River, and my piscatorial appetite is whetted even further by the alluring twists and turns in the creek that Google Earth reveals, promising deep pools and maybe big fish.  Who can resist!

Temple Canyon and Grape Creek Canyon upstream beyond have a fascinating history.  The intrepid explorer Zebulon Pike traversed the rugged terrain during the winter of 1806 as he explored the Great American West.  He followed a trail used by the Ute Indians that led from the plains to their summer hunting grounds in what we now call the Wet Mountain Valley.  Incredibly, in the late 1800s a narrow-gauge railroad line was carved up the canyon to tap the wealth of the silver and gold mines around present-day Silver Cliff and Westcliffe.  But it operated for only a few years, landslides and washouts dooming the line.  Remnants of this amazing feat can be seen today in the form of old bridge abutments and rock walls along the original rail bed.  Workers in those bygones years discovered a spectacular natural amphitheater high above the creek which became something of a tourist attraction.

Temple Canyon was transferred to the City of Canon City in 1912 by the federal government and today is managed to maintain its wild environment.  The road from the city to the park is scary rough in places and there are only a couple of primitive campgrounds for the hearty visitor.  No motorized contraptions of any kind are allowed in Temple Canyon, only leg-powered hikers.  All of this is great news for the intrepid angler!

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While in the old days the canyon experienced wild floods, today the waters are controlled, for better or worse, by the (so-called) Arkansas Water Conservancy District through its DeWeese Reservoir on upper Grape Creek near Westcliffe.  The reservoir holds water for downstream irrigation by ranches and farms around Canon City.  Flows can still fluctuate greatly depending on irrigation demands, but in summer the water can get dangerously low—down to 4 CFS—as water is stored up for periodic releases.  State and federal wildlife agencies are working with the district to assure adequate summer flows, reportedly with some progress, albeit halting.  The controlled flows have also allowed heavy willow and brush growth along some stretches of the creek, vegetation that would have been swept away by annual raging floods before the dam was built.

Last night I checked the flow on the conservancy district web site and found it to be at 20 CFS, low but eminently fishable (I find 30-50 cfs is optimal.).  So it’s a go.

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