For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, March 3, 2014
My first post in this month, March the time when we welcome in the season of Spring. Well this is a story of a brook I fish often through out the year. It flows through some magnificent hemlock, and large hardwoods. The forest floor remains wet almost all year from the tree canopy. The trail in to the stream can be walked upon a carpet of moss quieting your every step. The smells of hemlock and pine are strong here and they are to be savored.
The stream is a typical freestone, with that dark tea colored water found in the conifer woods. Its flow is pretty stable and cool for most of the year. These waters are home to the brook trout. I love fishing the plunge pools, and the back eddies behind the boulders, this is where I've found most of the bigger brookies.
A pool under a bridge. It seems they always hold a surprise. This one was no different. Over the years I have taken my share of brookies from here. A sunfish from time to time, and even a pickerel, where he came from I don't know.
These rough spots, in front of and behind of those boulders are prime "Bomber" water. That fly can bring them to the surface.
One of this streams wild jewels. A small stream trophy.