For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, June 3, 2013
Tumbledown Creek is the name given by me for this little sweetheart of a stream. Jeanette and I love the views offered us along it's path. We generally visit Tumbledown in the fall because of the outstanding colors that this area has. The other reason for visiting in Autumn is that the snakes that seem to find the creek to be special have gone into hiding.
One day last week Jeanette suggested we take a walk through the forest that is home to the creek. This was not a fishing outing but a visit to just take it all in. I must confess though that the fly rod and a single box of flies was taken. Being midweek and with school still in session we were pretty much alone with the exception of a hiker and a mountain biker.
You can see why I call it Tumbledown Creek. There are places that are very tough.
Another name for the creek could be "Blowdown Creek"
There are those places where an angler can access the stream with relative comfort. One could also find a willing trout to make the day.
You could become "quiet deaf" sitting along the woodland creek. The birds, breeze, and the sounds of the water as it moves to meet it's destiny can have that wonderful effect.
I found a willing few combatants to also make the experience so much more pleasurable.