Well if you were not aware of it yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday. To many this is one the years greatest holidays, and is celebrated with everything imaginable.
This past week with so much coverage of the event, it becomes a bit tough to take and by Saturday I was at the point where one more useless fact about the game would put me over the top.
So Sunday morning Jeanette said why don't we take a hike along that little stream, what stream I said. You know that stream, that little stream in the woods with those rock walls and mountain laurel, oh that stream I said. Well we put a few things together and off we went.
The stream was beautiful, flowing like crystals out of the hills. A water temp showed it was cold, 38 degrees cold. I knew it was going to be tough getting one of its residents to come to the fly, and I was right. Several flies failed to bring any interest. The lack of activity from the fish, along with icing of the guides told me to give this day to the stream.
We continued to walk the woods and took many wonderful photos, and stopped to have a lunch on a rock close to the running water.
So as this "Super Sunday" in the woodlands of Connecticut came to a end, I realized my mind had been cleared of all that Hype.
I also tied a streamer in the morning. I haven't given it a name yet, maybe "Super Hype"