There are times of the year when I'll vary my starting times on the streams I fish.
Early on in the year, say March to June I'll fish starting later, 7am to 10am. But as the year moves on, July, and August, I'll vary that time, preferring to fish earlier, before the sun has the time to warm the waters. The streams seem to cool over night and the time just at sun up seems best.
So when I drop my wife off at work, she's a baker, so that means 4am, I'll leave for the stream. Usually arriving as the sky seems to lighten. I'll park off to the side of the road, roll down the window, and listen to the woods. I'll do this until I finish the rest of the 12oz coffee I bought at the gas station.
Putting the rod together and tying on the first fly, saying these flies seem to be so much smaller that they used to, no it's not my eyes.
With all that completed I start my walk to the stream, I can hear it as it gently passes over the stones, and logs. My first good looking pool I send the fly on it's way, it floats for a second or two and hangs briefly on the water. In a moment or two and the sound of a 5 inch brook trout breaks the quiet of the pool and the still dark woods. As the fish is being brought to hand, he turns left the hook slides out, not allowing me the time to admire him.
Walking along the stream, a grouse will flush, and your heart will almost pop out of your chest. And there are the times when you'll notice the flick of a whitetail, for a moment, and it slips away.
This is all part of this spooky, and quiet time in the woods, along the stream, where the brook trout lives.
The quiet dark pools. Brookies lie in wait for their breakfast.
The first rays of the sun begin to work through the trees
Brook trout waters, as the sun reaches them.
An early morning brook trout, almost as dark as the waters it came from.
Being Italian, pasta is a favorite. I enjoy it in every variety, with any topping.
But this is my number one.....
Angel Hair, with meatballs.