For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Maine 2013 Part 2
The somewhat larger streams that are fed from lake releases had good flows. These flows although not strong enough to bring the big guys out of the lakes did manage to keep the wild residents happy. As I fished along the one thing that was constant was the prolific midge hatches. While I don't own one of those tiny 22 flies I did have a few bombers in 16, and some Adams in 18. These were fished and produced the majority of brookies taken.
The average size brook trout on this stream. They loved the small fly.
These guys can be quite majestic but also very dangerous. This guy kept me at bay for a spell. He would walk the side of the road and suddenly turn and head towards the car. This caused me to put it in reverse and move out. He did this for some time, and only moved up into the woods when a cow moose appeared.
Do you think there might be a brookie stream at the end?
Well there was one along this beautiful autumn road. These woods roads are as enjoyable to walk as catching a wild brookie.
This stream produced some wonderful fish. In one place Jeanette found a place to sit and watched me fish. There was a concrete tie in the water that stuck up and created a slick. I tossed the bomber just above it and a orange streak shot straight out of the water after it. Jeanette yelled "did you see that". I continued drifting the fly over the spot and the forth time he came up again. This time he was on.
Such wild beauty. He wasn't the biggest but by far one of the prettiest brook trout I've ever taken.
The warm light of the cabin after a day in the Maine woods.