Sometimes my timing is good, and sometimes not so good. I wanted to try out a new fly rod and Rocky Ford would be the place to do it. I ran down there on Wednesday. It was sunny and there was no wind. However, I was the only one in the parking area when I arrived. Hum. I grabbed my rod and headed down to one of the spots that I like to cast from—and was very disappointed. The Ford was still full of weeds. It just hasn’t been cold enough to kill them off. It has been cold enough to start the process, though. There were mats of weeds floating and covering the surface twenty to thirty feet out into the stream. I may have been able to reach the open water, but I never would have been able to drag a fish within reach to release it. I looked for some open water near the shore and found none. I hiked back up to the truck and found an angler fishing from the bridge. He even hooked a fish but lost it in the heavy weeds before he could slip the net under it.