For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, August 26, 2013
Its been a few days now that I haven't posted a fishing report. Yesterday morning I had some hours available so I got up at 4 AM had my Nantucket and hit the road before 5. When I parked at the stream it was still a bit dark but the sounds of the moving water is more stimulating than 5 cups of coffee.
As I walked along I tossed out a Bomber and worked the slicks and riffles. The fly did its job bringing several trout to the surface, unfortunately I failed on my part and they never made it to hand.
While walking I noticed a few flowers growing along the waters edge. They were like solar lamps. Stopping to take a photo I had thoughts of the book "Trout Flies and Flowers". So looking into the fly box I pulled out a scruffy beat up Edson Tiger. It did not look as beautiful as the flower but it was close as far as color.
A well used, well traveled Edson Tiger. It's tied on a small hook. A streamer I primarily use for small streams. I fished the streamer in several runs and had a few strikes. I reached a deep pool and began swinging the Tiger through. I could see that the fly seemed not to be working as I had expected. So what I did was to fish the streamer like a nymph. I cast it up into the pool and let it dead drift. The second cast I could see a fish move to it. Several casts later and the fly was hit. The trout pretty much ran to every hideout he knew in the pool, and then made a run for the fast water above. I was able to gain control, luckily I had the 5wt.
Moments later a beautiful wild brook trout lay close to me.
I slid my hand under him and admired his beauty. A quick photo and off he went. In his mind was the memory of a yellow nymph. In my mind is the memory of a splendid creation of wild beauty.