For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, June 18, 2012
Fathers Day, I hope everyone's was the best. Well mine was a gem. I was taken out for breakfast, with no diet restrictions, and enjoyed it beyond words. Then I was told go fish until you get your fill.
I had already selected the Farmington River as my choice of places to fish. This had been my first time fishing this river this year, in fact is was my first time since last August. I was amazed by the changes in the river since tropical storm Irene went through, as well as the freak snows of October.
The Farmington is a tail water and is Connecticuts prime fishing waters. It also draws anglers from all over New England and beyond. It has prolific insect hatches of many types. It has all three trout, and supports a wild population of two of them and possibly all three.
I arrived at the river about 3pm. The sun was out but the waters were cool. There were several anglers in some of my sweet spots so further exploration was needed. The fishing was slow. There were few fish rising and the only fish taken were salmon parr. As the clock ticked towards 6pm, all hell broke loose. The trout began rising.
There was a buffet of insects coming off the waster, and the fish were taking them emerging, also on the surface. I was taking them on Adams Parachutes, Usuals, and Bombers.
Before I walked out of the water at 8:15, I had taken an abundance of trout. Most were browns, healthy and robust. I also was able to hit for the cycle. A brookie, a brown, and a rainbow, who leaped several times. And to complete the cycle I did all this without falling in.
A wonderful resource, and as this photo shows, you can find small stream beauty in a big river.