Saturday was the opening of Connecticut's inland fishing season. This meant that all the little streams, those tiny threads of sparkling water that most pass on by were open to fish again. I met Mark to fish one of these little gems. The stream had not been fished by us since mid January. Kirk soon followed, having to work for a while before he joined us. The weather was about as good as it gets this time of year, the stream was a bit low considering the rains of the week past.
We split up and selected various parts of the stream where in many previous outings have proven productive. I fished for some time before I took my first strike. It came at an undercut and it came hard. But there was no hookup. This proved to be the norm for me until I was able to finely able to hook one in mid stream.
My first fish of the day took a soft hackle wet fly. The brookie was a pretty as the last one I took here in January.
As the day passed on we took a break and enjoyed coffee and muffins, with some talk of how we were going to fish the rest of our time. We then moved upstream. Kirk had to leave, but Mark and I forged on. The stream gave me the opportunity to bring a few more to hand.
This one also showed a liking for the soft hackle. But I could see that a dry fly would be in the mix soon.
Time was getting on and soon the decision was made to leave. It was a great day on this stream, the rewards plenty. As I left I thought I have about 20 minutes of fishing time before I was to be home. I decided to stop at another brook to take a few casts. This stream is just down the road from where we had fished. I tied on a dry fly, just dubbing and hackle and sent it bouncing in the current. Suddenly the trout rose and took a swipe at the fly. I pulled to set the hook but was to late. As I pulled the fly to me with the thought of another cast the trout hit the fly again. This time the fly found pay dirt.
A wonderful ending to a great day. The dry fly season is here.
Brook trout are the most beautiful fish on the earth, "a cornerstone". They are found in the most pristine locations, and can be coaxed to take a multitude of flies. Some of these flies can be colorful attractors with a bit of flair and flash.
A wild brook trout taken from a small stream in November. One would need a large piece of paper two write the names of the colors on this fish.
The flies below are tied with various colors taken from the brook trout. They are a tribute in feather,tinsel and silk to the "brookie".
Small Stream Reflections is coming up on a milestone soon. These flies will be offered to celebrate that milestone.
Good morning folks..........He's back. These last days have been what New England Spring is all about. Warm sunny days with temps near 70, streams in pristine condition, flowers sprouting, and even a trout or two rising to the dry fly. Well that changed rapidly last night. A cold front passed and this AM we were greeted with temps around 30, snow and a strong wind. But this is New England and it will change, the weather that is and all the winter crap will be gone.
Saturday is the opening day of trout season in Connecticut. The major trout rivers, as well as lakes and ponds have been stocked and are waiting for the onslaught of fishermen. As for Mark and I and probably a few others we will not be there. We have decided to fish a few wild trout streams. These lovely little streams with those wonderful 5 inch wild trout. There will be no combat fishing here, and as Mark says, NO "white bucket" fishermen.
Pristine wild trout water. A few wild jewels lurk here.