I have posted many photos of the Cold Creek Town over the decades, especially those that highlight the snowpack between Bonanza Peak (10,697 ft.) and Willow Peak (9,967 ft.) on this northwest ridge of the Spring Mountains. A 1981 wildfire destroyed the vegetation on this north face of the ridge which accentuates the snowpack.
It’s been about three months since my last fishing outing, which is normal when you start the holiday season with Halloween and stretch it into January as you pass by Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. Fishing isn’t much of a priority during these months. Fortunately the proximity of Cold Creek Pond allows for a few hours of it once in a while. But beyond the convenience of Cold Creek, my early exploration of angling with a fly rod was conducted on its treasured headwaters. For that reason alone, it holds a very special place in my memory (visit this post for a glimpse of that small creek fly fishing: https://www.fisherdad.com/2006/11/04/cold-creek-clark-co-nv/).
This angle of Potosi Mountain is difficult to decipher, but I believe Potosi Mountain is the peak in the background on the far left of this craggy range. It is about 1 mile farther back than the rounded ridge in the foreground. At 8,514 feet, it is the tallest peak in the extreme southern portion of the Spring Mountains.
The Spring Mountain Range is God’s gift to those living in and around the Las Vegas and Pahrump valleys. As a young man, it wasn’t until my college years at UNLV that I began to explore everything they offered. While hunting and fishing with my brother Neal during my high school years, he introduced me to topographic maps, and they in turn revealed the secrets of the Spring Mountains. My discovery of its eight creeks and 100-plus springs provided many hiking “targets” that challenged my map and compass skills. Kevin McGoohan and I spent countless weekends enjoying all the range offered up.
Looking southeast on the reservoir, the Fish Taco truck is evident to the left, while Luis oaring his new Outcast Fish Cat Cruzer float tube is seen on the right. Note the remaining burned timber in the high mountains above Luis.
This was my third trip to Red Creek Reservoir (a.k.a. Paragonah Reservoir), and my friend Luis’s first trip. Previous trips to Red Creek were in July 2009 and August 2017, so it has been eight years since I have fished this water. It seems to be one of Utah’s lesser known reservoirs. Perhaps that’s because it is 30 miles east of the town of Paragonah, which is on I-15 about halfway between Las Vegas and Salt Lake City, which is to say that there are more popular waters to fish closer to Las Vegas and Salt Lake. No matter why, weekday trips to Paragonah seem to provide pleasant solitude. On this trip we only witnessed one man, in a Toyota 4Runner, and he seemed to be inspecting the reservoir; he was not fishing.
We were surprised, and blessed, to witness these two Pronghorn antelope crossing the dirt road as we turned off NV-318 into the Kirch WMA. The one on the left was a young buck, likely less than two years old. It was a mere premonition of what was to come.
In the last 18 years, I have fished the Wayne Kirch Wildlife Management Area (Kirch WMA) at least 40 times. The Kirch WMA resides in the extreme eastern portion of Nye County, NV, about 60 miles south of Ely, NV. I have encountered Pronghorn antelope on two of those previous trips. My good friend, Luis, accompanied me on this trip. As I turned off NV Highway 318 onto the Kirch dirt access road, I mentioned to him there was a possibility we would see a Pronghorn or two. As if by some magic of the natural world, I immediately noticed a Pronghorn walking towards us on the Kirch access road. We were almost in disbelief as another joined it, and the two bucks sauntered off together in a southwesterly fashion.
Luis rigging up his fly rod on the Fish Taco tailgate. Although not visible in this photo, there were patches of snow from a mid-November snow storm on the north-facing crags over 9,000 feet.
We’ve had some unseasonably warm weather this first week of December, so my friend Luis and I decided to take a morning trip to Cold Creek pond to see what was left of the 987 trout planted in the pond about one month ago, probably during the cold snap we had in November so that the trout would survive the tanker delivery truck journey from the hatchery.
Some of the white sandstone cliffs of Zion National Park. Note the ones just above the red sandstone in the extreme right of this photo.
My first visit to Kolob Reservoir was late June 2005. I cajoled three of my sons to come with me (Douglas, Thomas, and Brian). They made the trip fun with all sorts of comedy antics and teenage bantering. Although Kolob gave up just one five-inch trout between the four of us, it remains one of my most memorable adventures (see Kolob & Little Reservoirs).
Luis bringing in a Rainbow trout from Cold Springs Reservoir.
The Nevada Department of Wildlife (NDOW) manages the State’s thirteen Wildlife Management Areas (WMAs) for the purpose of “conservation and protection of wetlands and waterfowl, including the use of WMAs for recreational fishing and hunting.” They also publish brochures such as the one for the Wayne Kirch WMA (which currently includes a photo of FisherDad lifted from this blog).
A well framed photo of FisherDad seeking to catch “just one trout” from atop the dam that holds back the Cold Creek trout pond. The snow on Willow Peak in the background provided an interesting contrast (Willow is just under 10,000 feet tall). The burn area on its northeast face enhances the snow’s visibility. (Photo by Yvette Robichaud.)
One of the hobbies my sister-in-law Yvette enjoys is photography. She is quite skilled at it and is regularly active in a camera club. It seems to me that her interest in outdoor photography has expanded in her retirement years. She has participated in several camera trips to some of North America’s most remarkable national parks like Everglades, Acadia, Yosemite, Yellowstone, and Banff (Canada).
About nine months ago I posted a story about taking my grandson Atlas to fish the Cold Creek pond. My son and his family will be relocating out of state, and Atlas and his sister Rhyan were asking to go fishing with “Pops” again before they move. This would be Rhyan’s first fishing adventure.
The east slope of the Sierra Nevada mountains from Bridgeport, CA, in June 2010. From this ranch on US-395, Yosemite National Park would be about 45 miles, directly as the crow flies over the Twin Peaks and Tuolumne Meadows and on to Half Dome, on the western side of the Sierras.
Another Christmas Season is upon us. They come so quickly for us sexagenarians, septuagenarians, and a couple octogenarians I know. For young families with children, the anticipation creates high energy and expectations. Older families look forward to reconnecting, especially with those members away at college or who have relocated from their home town. Despite its over-commercialization, it remains a time of celebration with family and friends, a time of generosity, kindness, and charity towards everyone. It can be a time of reconciliation for those whose relationships are strained for one reason or another. For some, it is a time to reflect upon the events of the past year and look forward to a “clean slate” offered by the new year. But underneath it all, the core of Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus. It is true that our nation appears to be moving away from its Christian roots, which has caused the holiday to feel more secular as its focus shifted to the giving and getting of gifts. But the underlying truth remains, Christmas is about the most amazing event ever recorded in history: the birth of Jesus the Christ.
