For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Saturday, October 13, 2012
This small stream in northwest Connecticut has a good population of wild brookies. At time they can be found where a beaver or fallen tree causes the stream to back up and create a pond. I have fished this pond many times and a hopper or stimulator will bring a violent response. This was not the case last week when I visited here. The brookies were not here. I tried several patterns and depths and not a bump. So I moved upstream, cutting myself on the only thorns on the stream. There could be but one thorn out there and I will get ripped up by it.
Yes the beauty of a freestone stream. Those beautiful hemlocks, brook trout for sure. I fished a Bomber for some time. I managed one half swirl behind it. The rise was like "get the hell out of my pool", I've got things to do. I tied on a wet fly, bringing down to where it was easier to be taken and that worked.
Many brookies came to hand this day, fooled by the Picket Pin. One thing stood out on many of these fish. The color, which was very light. Brookies taken in tannin waters are usually dark, but not the few like the one here.
Dark wild waters.
I can never get enough of this. The spots, halos, colors, and that prominent lateral line.
I fished this stream for a long stretch. Stopping to enjoy all that was around. I never walk away disappointed.