For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
The day after Thanksgiving
The day after Thanksgiving, Black Friday to most but not me, I don't like the term so I'll refer to it as the day after Thanksgiving. On this day I was to meet up with Kirk and do some fishing in a nice little small stream. The weather was "almost" perfect, that is it was sunny and oh so bright. But the air temp was pretty cold. I believe the temp never went above 32. It was a day of cleaning the ice out of the guides and trying not to slip as you moved along the streams edge.
On days like these there is incredible beauty along the walk. Ice forms on overhangs and when the sun hits it just right it's very hard to concentrate on the fishing, but that's OK.
We moved along the stream tossing various flies with some success. The trout were somewhat lethargic as expected and the hits were very subtle. There was a time when I fished a bomber and actually had several rises to the fly.
Early winter color along a decaying birch log.
I came to this run and observed what I though was foam forming at the end. Closer examination revealed it was ice which was topped off with snow. I tossed the wet fly into the run and it did not go very far before I had a solid and swift strike. Pulling back on the 2wt I felt the fish. Several moments past before a wild brown was at hand.
A wild winter brown. To try to describe the beauty of this fish without a photo could not be done.
Kirk and I continued to fish and caught several brookies. It could have been warmer this day after Thanksgiving, but not better.