Well my first cup of Green Mountain coffee is starting to kick in, so I maybe able to write some of my thoughts, while actually knowing what I'm saying.
Jeanette and I took in a few small farmers type markets Saturday. It was a crisp day, perfect for checking all sorts of local wares. We came out of there with breads, heirloom apples, handmade wine bottle stoppers, and a wonderful appreciation for a two piece band singing 50's and 60's folk music.
Along the way I picked up on a lovely small stream, flowing swiftly over the most beautiful boulders. I said I will visit you soon. Well yesterday was soon enough.
I found myself along this stream with my 2wt, and a Bomber ready to see if the residents were active. After much time I had nothing to show for my efforts. The trout pounced the Bomber, but I could not hookup, it was as if they were playing, and not eating. Looking in the fly box, not much variety, a lot of the same, just different sizes. A pink colored worm pattern caught my eye. It's a pattern that "Midge Man" from "Poudre Canyon Chronicles" ties, although his are more realistic. I tied this pink worm on and within three feet of drift, slam, I don't know what it was, but it was a violent hit.
I continued to fish this stream for several hours on that fine mid September day, with many fish hooked on that worm, and even a few to hand.
A fine stream, deserving of another visit.
Two variations of the worm, tied on different hooks.
I find this interesting, one beautiful wild flower, all alone. As if it to enjoys solitude.
Wild brook trout.... Autumn colors, enticed by the worm.