By Chris Shaffer | 09/23/2014
It was almost 10am when the four wheels of our truck rolled into the dirt parking lot at Deep Lake, nearly 10,500 feet high in Colorado’s Rocky Mountains. We’d missed the 8 a.m. morning bite two hunters that had put down their bows for a few hours in search of high country rainbows, lake trout and brooks told me.
“You guys might want to come back late this afternoon,” one of them, in his sixties, said. “The bite died about an hour ago. There’s too much sun now.”
“Where were you guys fishing?” I asked him.
“Right there,” he said, pointing to the shoreline adjacent to the parking area, 20 yards away.
There were a dozen other hunters