For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Friday, November 1, 2013
Did you ever notice the nice things that happen when you fish a small stream?
There are times when fishing a stream when there will be just as much action along its banks as within its waters. This gos on more times than not and it's only those few times that we are able to take advantage of these goings on. Such was the case the other day while I was fishing this stream. I was casting wet flies and they were not getting much attention at all. Working upstream and casting without even a bump you seem to get into a zone and your thoughts of fishing seem to just get lost somewhere in your mind. I was going through the motions when out of the corner of my eye I saw a chipmunk darting. Right away I was in focus again not with fishing but with the action along the bank. I watched this little fellow run down to the waters edge and slam on the brakes just just before he was to launch himself in to the swift stream. I watched him perform this action several times and he only stopped when he spotted me and ran for cover. I thought to myself was he trying to leap across the stream, or hell bent on suicide.
I moved upstream to a pace where the current had picked up a bit and ran along a solid rock wall. Not having much action on the wet fly I changed to a dry, an Ausable Bomber. I sent it down through the rough water and it floated like a dream. Several drifts later A fish came up and whacked it. I continued to fish this run and had multiple takes on the Bomber but no hookups, it was as if they just wanted to play with it. I went back up to the head of the run and changed to a soft hackle and started to work the current. Several casts later I was into my first hookup.
In a few moments I had a lovely brook trout at hand. It seemed that the Bomber had awakened the fish in this run.
Continuing my upstream movement. There are some nice pools there that have been good and not so good in several of my last outings. While moving to the first pool I encountered this nice lady who was out for a morning walk. She showed no sign of being afraid of me and I managed to get a few photos of her.
I continued to the pools and worked the soft hackle through them. One or two brookies found the fly to there liking including this one.