For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Sunday, October 26, 2014
I went out for a few hours mid week to see if I could coax a few trout into taking the fly. The day was kind of drab and cool and the last of the leaf displays were in show, although well past peak. The stream was in good shape and the trout were not in the pools but in water that was on the move. They were not receptive to dry flies, the Bomber and a Stimulator went unmolested. As soon as a wet fly was sent into action the strike rate went up. While the amount of hits to hookups was not record breaking they were enough to keep this angler happy.
These little guys were in various places along the stream. They grow in clusters and are a brilliant green. I don't know what they are called, but I'm sure one of my readers will give me an answer.
This is the fly that was the work horse today. About as simple as it gets. The rusty antron dubbing was key I believe.
In this run I played with a brook trout. The first drift near the rock brought a nice hit. Momentarily the fish was on, then he was gone. Even thought the water is but 8 to 10 inches deep I could not see the fish. This happened several times, and what surprised me is that he attempted to take the same fly. I decided to rest the run for awhile and moved on upstream. On my way back I attempted to fish here again. I sent the fly out and as it drifted past the rock the brookie hit. This time I saw him and this time he was hooked.
He ran up and down the little pool. The brookie knew where to go to find safety and tried very much to go there. In the end the rod was the winner and I had in my hand a jewel. A quick photo and he was off.
Hook, TMC 3761 #14...Thread, Hot Orange...Dubbing, Gray Superfine dubbed sparsely so that the orange thread shows...Thorax, Rust antron dubbing...Hackle, Partridge.