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Thursday, May 8, 2014
Red Brook, May 2014. A grand day at Lyman Reserve
Yesterday Jeanette and I took a day trip to Cape Cod. On the list of things to do was a few hours to be spent fishing Red Brook, and simply enjoying a walk through the lands that surround this wonderful place. We left home around 4:30 am and after stopping for a large road coffee to go we headed out on a 3 hour ride. We arrived as the traffic crossing the Sagamore bridge over the Cape Cod canal was building. Construction was the issue on this narrow bridge. The decision was made to stop at a local breakfast emporium and fuel up and allow the traffic to clear. After breakfast it seemed that our plan was not working, the traffic was still jammed. So we headed for Lyman Reserve and fish Red Brook. Ten AM, with bright sunshine, and no foliage on the trees was not good for angling for brook trout. To make matters worse the run of herring was on and there were ospreys, and blue herons about. But we came to fish and that I did.
After an hour I gave in to the fact that the fish were there but the conditions were not going to let me tempt one to strike. So I broke the rod down and we decided to walk the many foot paths of the Reserve.
As you can see, the sun was not in favor of angling, but it did make foe some beautiful views.
Walking and hearing, as well as seeing Spring come to life was truly wonderful.
There are many pine trees, and there needles make for carpeted walking along the paths. Many of these paths were lovely patches of flowers.
We walked for several hours, and it was time for lunch, after which I would head back to the brook for some late afternoon fishing.
The stream was now in shadow. There was a better shot at being able to catch fish now with some cover.
Everywhere the streamer worked in shade I took a strike.
The first Red Brook brook trout of the day came late afternoon on a simple red and white bucktail. I don't know if it was a "salter" but it did have that pale look. It was well fed as this photo shows.
Another brook trout on the red and white. This one had the look of a regular brook trout. These fish fight with a tenacity unlike others.
The last few casts of the day were made along this stretch. As the streamer drifted to the bank I saw the trout move to it and strike. I felt him, but not for long. The fly was cast to the bank again and the the fish chased again. This time the hook held.
The last fish of the day. A beautiful Red Brook brook trout.