Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday afternoon my wife and I took a drive to one of our favorite places. Its a lovely stream that flows through a beautiful hemlock and oak forest. The woods were cool except where the sun was able to break through. Just to walk along its banks is pleasure enough, but to have a fly rod in hand is heaven.
I tied on a Bomber and began running it down the riffles and runs, with the thought of a brookie rising quickly to the fly. But after many attempts I soon realized that the fish were not looking up. I opened my box and selected a wet fly, one of only a few I carry. A "Picket Pin". Several casts into the stream soon led me to believe it was a good decision. The wild brookies in this stream gave me a wonderful afternoon. Their beauty as well as the place they call home made this Saturday afternoon special.
The brookies showed a preferance for a wet fly,"Picket Pin"
A welcomed and refreshing time.