Friday about mid morning is when I arrived at the river. The area I chose to fish is one I fish several times a year. It's a beautiful piece of water that runs swift and deep, with a bottom of nooks and crannies. I would probably fish it more often but the access is a bit tricky.
Upon entering the stream I stripped off the line, and I observed a fish rise near the end of a fallen tree, I already had a Bomber dry tied on so I sent it on its way and as it drifted the trout rose to the fly and missed it. I continued to fish the dry for another 45 minutes without another rise.
I tied on a streamer, an Edson Tiger, and tossed it out into the currents, within a few casts I was into my first fish. Several beautiful browns and brookies fell to the Tiger.
Not giving up on the dry fly I reached into the box and decieded to fish a Thunderhead, a dry fly with its origins in North Carolina. Well that fly worked bringing several brookies to hand. I guess it pays to try new areas and new patterns. Although the trek in is a bit tough, there is beauty along the way.
A brookie who rose to a "Thunderhead"
A beautiful wild brown who hit the "Edson Tiger" ........ One of S.S.R.'s endorsed bucktails, July 2010
A wild brookie in spawning colors who also showed a desire to take "The Tiger"
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