For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, October 13, 2014
On a recent visit to Red Brook, which was not long enough, the last morning of fishing was at hand. We had decided to fish a half hour or so then visit a local breakfast emporium and head home. The place chosen to fish was close to the parking area and I was not going to put on waders. The pool was right at the mouth of Buttermilk Bay. The tide was on its way out so the pool was quite clear, at high tide it can be a nightmare with all sorts of salty debris.
The skies were cloudy with the sun doing its best to make it through. A breeze was moving up the brook and it made ripples in the back end of the pool. I was of the mind set that this had been a really good trip and the amount of brook trout to hand was one of my best.
I cast the streamer into the run and allowed it to flow with the current to the end of the pool. Stripping the line in at a slow pace I saw a dark object move to the fly and then back off. Several more casts and nothing. Maybe that follow was to be my best chance to hookup on this last few casts on Red Brook. Still casting and hoping for a strike. I was granted that strike in the form of a hard one, it came just as the fly straightened at the end of the drift. A few more casts and another hard strike, only this time the fish was on. A battle took place and from what I felt I knew it was a nice fish. As the fish came close I could not believe its colors. I placed my hand in the water to lift it up. A true beauty. One of Red Brook's finest. The brook trout was photographed and released. It truly was a fitting end to the last casts on Red Brook.