Some days as we begin our fishing adventure, it can almost be a success without even casting a fly. Yesterday was one of those days. As I was pulling into a parking area that borders a wild trout stream I was greeted with this magnificent display of wild flowers.
Upon viewing these I said this is my day, it can't get any better. But that was to be topped by the beauty along the wet stream.
We had received a few showers the night before, and the woods were very damp, and that earthy smell was all around, mixing with the scent of wild flowers and fir trees. The air temps were on the rise, from the nightly low of about 58 degrees. There was a nice breeze, which helped to control the bug population.
I was going to fish dry flies today, and the Bomber was first up. I knew he would not strike out so he pretty much would be the only fly of the outing.
It did not take long before the Bomber was hit by a wonderful little wild resident.
I admired its beauty momentarily, slipping the hook out and letting him go. He was not to be seen in a heartbeat.
The few hours spent here today were enough to refresh the body and mind.......
Along this small run I was given a performance of the life in the wild.
A dragon fly was what looked to be dropping eggs in the stream was attacked by a small brook trout of about 5 inches. As the fly landed and lifted up off the water several times, the brookie tried to grab her. In the end the fly won out.
Wild tenacity on both parts.
Brook trout places, water temps on this stream 64 degrees.
A wild gem
Its not a wild trout, but its beauty can't be denied.
Along this deep dark run the fly was taken by a very beautiful brookie. In good shape, he actually put a bend in the 2wt.............. This was One of Those Days
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