For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, April 7, 2014
Yesterday was a beautiful early April day. Myself and Kirk decided to fish a small stream and we met at about 9AM. The air had a slight chill to it but did not last long for the strong sunshine made it feel good in a short time. I fished a streamer to start and worked the stream in the locations where I knew trout would be. The streamer proved to be unproductive so I switched to a wet fly and sent it off to seek my quarry. After several hours of no success we fished a small section of tangled thorns and general nasty stuff. In a nice little run Kirk finally hooked up and brought a brookie to hand.
The decision was made to go and have a coffee, some peanut butter crackers and some GORP. Then it was back at it again. The stream was in beautiful shape, and just to hear it flowing makes the outing. I took a stream temp and the water was 42 degrees, not perfect temps to try to bring a trout to the surface to eat, although I tried.
These guys were all over the place, but the trout showed no interest in them.
This little piece of stream was so beautiful that I sat for some time just watching the and listening to the stream. The clarity of the water was as if it wasn't there. But I was fishing and it was time to get down to business.
The fly was cast and as it drifted just under the surface in the shade of a fallen log the trout struck.
Moments later a beautiful brook trout was at hand. As I slid my hand in the cold water and lifted him I could not believe the color of this fish. A survivor, he had scars on his flanks and a slight hooked upper jaw. A quick photo and off he went.
He was my only fish of the day, but a special one indeed.