Good morning folks, I hope you are well. This is a post about some odds and ends that I have been meaning to let you know about. So as I get on about it I hope you'll enjoy a toasted corn muffin with butter and maple syrup and a fine cup of coffee.
This is an enjoyable read. It's written by Bob Romano. Bob lives in New Jersey and owns a camp in Maine. The book tells of camp life as well as his stories of some of the wonderful fishing to be found in the Rangeley region. I had the pleasure of meeting with Bob and wife along with his father in law. It was on a small stream in the western Maine mountains. Even if you never fish this area you'll still find the book enjoyable.
The next two books both written by Steve and Gale Loder. They are well done books with very valuable information on all one needs to know on handling deer from field to table. It tells how to handle deer in the field, which is the crucial first step to "quality venison". Easy to follow instructions on how to process your deer, cutting, wrapping, and storage. It has an extensive recipe section. These recipes are my kind of recipes, they are pretty simple and do not require those expensive "gourmet" seasonings or fancy ingredients. The book is bound in such a way that it lies flat for easy reading. Steve adds some wonderful deer tales to go along with the fine table fare in the book.
Below is a link to a fine article on fishing wet flies in small streams. It's written by a gent who has fished a small stream from time to time. Check it out.
Several years ago while thumbing through the Connecticut Atlas I found an interesting looking small blue line. The stream was not a far drive from home and from the maps showing it looked to be a not to bad of a walk to access the brook. The stream flows through parts of public land and parts of private land. So yesterday I decided to do some further exploration of this little stream.
After coffee I left my house around 9 and was at the parking area at 10. The parking area is shared with hikers and walkers. I was geared up in a few minutes and off to check it out. One thing I picked up on was the surrounding woods were mostly of hemlock and stands of mountain laurel. There were a few hardwoods in the mix and they were located on the ridge. The stream was flowing with ample water. I placed my hand into it and could tell it was cold. This freestone stream has a gentle gradient and access to the water along its course was pretty easy.
As you can see the the stream is not brushy and casting with my 7 footer was not a problem. By the way some of the hemlocks here have been around many years. Some of them were quite impressive in size.
The stream is a series of pools, some of which are quite deep, and runs and riffles. The bottom is covered with mostly stone with a few large boulders. Some of the pools were silted and leaf filled.
The first series of riffles answered the question "are there any trout in this stream". The wet fly stopped its swing and the brook trout was on. This little spotted wild jewel was the first of many.
There were no prime locations, fish were in almost every part.
Fine spots, glorious reds, and blue halos dominate, as does the large squared tail.
I came upon a few of these waterfalls. They emptied into some beautiful pools.
In some of the pools were brook trout as these.
A mini gorge. Looks part of natures creativity and perhaps part mans. The water was very deep and the currents a bit tricky. The fly did strange things, and that brought a strike or two.
I only fished a quarter of this streams length. I was very happy what I had found. Further exploration is planned.
October is probably the best month to be along a stream. The fall colors abound, many trees are at peak. There is usually ample water and the worry of heat is all but gone. It is also a month of transition. Trout are looking for potential places in which to start the next generation, and at times will not take a fly. They can be located in unusual places in the stream and presenting a fly can be a real challenge. But with some stick to it mentality you can usually catch a fish.
Friday was one such day, a beautiful sunny day that proved to be on of Octobers best. The brookies were hiding in the leaf jams at the back of the pools and runs. Several attempts to coax one to a Bomber proved a negative. Several other known brookie dries achieved the same fate. I could have put on a wet fly, maybe a Picket Pin or Cahill and had success, but today was a classic dry fly day. I went to the box and pulled out a parachute Adams. This fly is easy for the angler to see as well as the fish. See it they did for soon there were several swiping at it.
There are but 2 weeks left in this grand month and I hope to get my share of time on such a stream.