What motivates an angler to to seek a certain fish, not just today but almost every time he has such opportunity. I'm going to try and give you some of my thoughts on just what motivates me. Many of the reasons can be seen in the photo above. A still, late October morning while the forest is just coming to life. The stream as it continues its flow to the eventual meeting with the sea. A broken down rock wall, made by past generations to perhaps keep someone or something out, or maybe to keep them in. The colors of a tree, its foliage hanging on giving the anglers mind a chance to take it all in before its gone.
Many claim that seeking the wild brook trout that call this home is done so because of the willingness of this native to take any offering put forth. This may be true and the reason for this might be because he has learned that to survive for thousands of years in some of the most infertile waters he has to eat most everything that may float by.
What excites an angler when his quarry is so small? What is derived from sliding your hand into the water and lifting a palm sized collection of dots, and halos, and lines of camouflage? To slip a tiny hook adorned with simple materials of feather and hair from the native. To admire for a moment its absolute beauty and place it back into the dark swirling waters of its home.
That's some what motivates me to seek this native. My next brook trout will be just as exciting to me as my first. It never ends and I never tire.
I know it's only the end of October, but it's not to early to give some thought to where the "crew" will meet up to fish and feed on New Years Day 2015. The annual event was started in 2011 and this will be our 5th meeting. We usually pick a small stream and meet about 9 am. Coffee is served with donuts and then it's off to try and coax a cold trout to take a fly. About noon we meet up at the parking area and start lunch. In the past lunch has been sausage and peppers, meatballs, venison chili, and homemade chicken soup.
So I would like the "crew" to start thinking about a stream, as well as a menu. If my readers have a suggestion as what to have for lunch please run it by.
I went out for a few hours mid week to see if I could coax a few trout into taking the fly. The day was kind of drab and cool and the last of the leaf displays were in show, although well past peak. The stream was in good shape and the trout were not in the pools but in water that was on the move. They were not receptive to dry flies, the Bomber and a Stimulator went unmolested. As soon as a wet fly was sent into action the strike rate went up. While the amount of hits to hookups was not record breaking they were enough to keep this angler happy.
These little guys were in various places along the stream. They grow in clusters and are a brilliant green. I don't know what they are called, but I'm sure one of my readers will give me an answer.
This is the fly that was the work horse today. About as simple as it gets. The rusty antron dubbing was key I believe.
In this run I played with a brook trout. The first drift near the rock brought a nice hit. Momentarily the fish was on, then he was gone. Even thought the water is but 8 to 10 inches deep I could not see the fish. This happened several times, and what surprised me is that he attempted to take the same fly. I decided to rest the run for awhile and moved on upstream. On my way back I attempted to fish here again. I sent the fly out and as it drifted past the rock the brookie hit. This time I saw him and this time he was hooked.
He ran up and down the little pool. The brookie knew where to go to find safety and tried very much to go there. In the end the rod was the winner and I had in my hand a jewel. A quick photo and he was off.
Hook, TMC 3761 #14...Thread, Hot Orange...Dubbing, Gray Superfine dubbed sparsely so that the orange thread shows...Thorax, Rust antron dubbing...Hackle, Partridge.
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.