For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Late June, And A Small Stream
Yesterday was a autumn like day. The air was crisp with a slight breeze and sunshine. We had received some showers the day before and some areas ample amounts were recorded. This was my time to pay a visit to a stream, a wild brookie stream. The last time I was here the water was low, and I decided not to fish. But today it looked OK. I was armed with my 6ft 2wt and a few dry flies. As I approached the stream I could see the dense green canopy. It almost blocked the sun from reaching the ground. There's a special feeling one gets as he walks such places. It's hard to put it into words the sounds and sights of water and forest.
One of the things I do when fishing these streams in summer is to check the water temps. I do this upon reaching the first run, and continue to do it at various intervals along the stream. The stream temp was a constant 60 degrees.
Well it didn't take long to get a response to my offering. As I drifted the fly along a brushy bank a wild brook trout intercepted it and soon was at hand.
I love this type of fishing. A light pack containing water, a Cliff Bar, camera, a fly box and a few accessories is all that's needed. Also wet wading can be refreshing. LL Bean wading shoes.
As continued to fish I was given the chance to bring a few brookies close. The Ausable Wulff did what was needed to bring the fish to the top. As I approached this very likely pool, I said to myself there's got to be a trout in there. Letting the Wulff go I watched as it drifted to the sweet spot, and suddenly a crash took place on the surface and the fly gone. I could feel the trout and the battle that was about to begin, a battle only a wild brook trout give you in such places.
A few moments later and this wonderful work of natural art was at hand.
I love days like this.
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