Monday, April 27, 2015

Sunday 4-26-15

Sunday beautiful Sunday. Paid visits to a few streams, which were the first time this year. The day had been some what nice as far as feeling warm was concerned and that made for an enjoyable outing. Before I forget we stopped at a gas station to get a coffee and were rewarded with a no charge. The owner said the coffee is on me, which was a Green Mountain Nantucket Blend.

Off to try and bring a brook trout to hand. This stream is the recipient of water from a stream known as the "stream by the red barn" I did a post on it several years ago. While I did not fish the red barn stream today I did fish the brook it flows into.

It was in this junction pool that I was able to fool a fish.

These guys were into wet flies.

The second stream was a classic tumble down freestone in the New England style. Lots of plunge pools, laurel and hemlocks. And in a few of these pools were a few willing brook trout.

Now you know there has to be a brookie in a place as such. As a matter of fact there were several. Only one that made it to hand. He was a very spunky fighter.

I only fished this stream to this point. There is a lot more to go.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Excitement, like its your birthday

A Saturday, nice weather and a wonderful trek along some streams. Jeanette and I walked along two streams today. The one constant was not another soul to be seen. I had not been to either one of these streams since last fall. No fly gear just observations. I will fish both of these streams tomorrow and I'm very excited, imagine a grown man in his 6th decade getting excited like a kid.

Well I went home and to ease the pressure I tied up a fly that I will christen tomorrow.

Hares ear and peacock with a twist of ginger.

For supper, a grilled rib eye steak with onion rings.

I was only able to eat half the remainder will be cut up and added to a lovely salad of bitter greens and enjoyed tomorrow.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Earth Day in Brook Trout Forest

I was up at 4am, had some coffee, shower and other necessities taken care of I placed the appropriate gear in the car and I was off. Today I headed east and as I crossed the big river that big bright ball of flame was in my eyes and I knew this was to be a great day. This was Earth Day 2015 and I choose a special stream to fish this day, a stream in Brook Trout Forest. About an hour in to the ride I stopped at a Dunkin Donuts for a cup of coffee. I was close to the stream and I wanted to enjoy a few minutes alongside it with some coffee. As I pulled onto to the forest service road I could see that winter was rough, and the heavy rains the day before had left some very deep ruts to negotiate which I did without spilling a drop of coffee. As the car stopped at a pull off right at the stream I glanced at the flowing waters. It was at a near perfect level, tumbling over rock and blow down. Its tannin stained water glistened in the sunlight which had now poked through the hemlocks. I was anxious to fish the stream but took the time to savor the coffee and enjoy what I was viewing.

I geared up and was walking along the brook when I spooked my first fish. The brookie came darting from upstream and was gone in a second. The first cast quickly brought a response, and a hard strike was felt. When I saw the fish I could not believe his size. I estimated him to be 3 inches. What a strong fish for its size. These fish were hungry this day and I hoped to take advantage. I had not fished here since last August, but the stream was pretty much the same as last I fished it. A few more trees in the water to deal with and perhaps more sand in places but overall in great shape.

This is an upstream run that I love to fish. Its waters flow smoothly and offer deep water with some wonderful undercuts. The one problem are the briars that grow along side. Right now they are tolerable but within a few weeks they will be all but closing the upper part of the stream except to those who enjoy giving blood. It was along this section that my first brook trout came to hand.

He was a handsome male that took a wet fly. His condition was solid and he seemed to weather the tough winter better than most of us did.

I continued to move up and fish, taking several hits as I moved. I was at a point where the briars were about to receive my white flag. In one of the last few casts made I had a fish dart sideways from a bank and strike the fly. The fish went airborne and tried to throw the fly. Moments later I had in hand one of the special brookies this stream harbors. He was almost black in color. The dark tea stained waters of this stream produce these fish.

Notice the spider near my finger.....
I love these dark brook trout.

Lots of new green showing along the streams. Even as you walk through the forest the signs of new life is about.

The stream was tumbling along, crashing against the rocks. The brook trout were there in the back eddies and at those slick spots here and there. They will grab a fly as it hangs momentarily in the current.

I took a break for lunch and enjoyed a cup of coffee and a snack bar. A simple snack can taste so good when its served up with the right amount nature to season it.

The last fish of the day showed a more common look of the eastern brook trout. I was lucky to have been able to fish for both this day.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Walk in the Woods

I want to share some photos of a recent outing Jeanette and I took. It was purely a walk in the woods with no fishing gear. The tract of woods lies in western Massachusetts and has several little streams that run through it. There is a stream that I have fished now for several years now and has been a fine one for native brook trout. I usually start to fish this stream about the last of April. From the walk on Saturday I guess the start time for me to fish it will be some what later, maybe the second week in May.

After several hours of walking and taking in various views of both stream and the grand Hemlocks that fill this forest we came to a high ridge overlooking the stream. The footing was a bit unstable so the decision was made to wait for a better time to photograph it.

The water flowing over these solid rock ledges was beautiful in the sunlight. The sound was deafening.

There were signs of new growth throughout the forest.

We spotted this guy walking along a fire road. He was picking up gravel and did not seem to care that we were close. We watched for a spell and he eventually walked up into some thick undergrowth.

After yesterdays rain I think I let the little river be for a while.