For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Friday, October 10, 2014
An October Small Stream
It was a fine October morning as I set out to fish a little stream. The sun was already up and doing its best to highlight the color scheme that nature was unfolding. The air was crisp with a slight breeze. The stream was glistening in the sunlight and the red maple leaves floating downstream stood brilliant.
This stream has always been brook trout water. When your fly was taken you could bet your rod it was a brookie. The last few years have seen changes here and more and more browns have been showing up in the mix. There are those who would say that's not good, and they should be stopped. Maybe so but I believe that the stopping of the brown should have taken place in the 1800's. The fact is that they are here and they are wild. I only hope in this stream the brook trout and the brown can live together.
While Autumns flora may not show the vibrant colors of Spring and Summer, it does have that sparkle.
Even in its dead rotting state there is some beauty.
In this section I cast my fly. I watched it move through the riffles and catch itself on a leaf that was floating down. I lifted the fly up and shook the leaf back into the water. Casting again, the fly passing along the riffle suddenly went missing. I set the hook and this time it was not a leaf.
The beautiful wild brown was at hand. Its dark body with vibrant red spots encircled with blue halos and black spots that were not to be outdone. It's fins were large and the tail seem to show the power of this fish. I placed the brown into the stream and watched it swim away.
It is here that I sat after the release and poured myself a cup of coffee. As I was drinking I observed what appeared to be a rising fish. That's not really uncommon accept it was taking place in a fast riffled section of water. It took me a few minutes to finish my coffee, and in this time the fish continued to rise. I tied on a Adams parachute and drifted towards the rising fish. As it neared the the spot a splash occurred and soon a second brown was at hand.
The brown was a mini carbon copy of the brown I had taken only minutes before. What a day.