This is a great time of year to be outdoors. Wednesday was a classic spring outing. When I arrived at the stream a light shower had popped up, they were being called for as on and off for a few hours. Light rain in a budding, flowering early morning woodland is a joy to the senses. So many smells it's almost overwhelming. Moving up the stream the birds were on the lookout. They were looking for nest material and and sites. Busy in there quest I thought I would have a great chance to photograph one or two, but seems they would not pose long enough.
Walking along I was able to see a few lovely little mayflies along the stream, a few even set down on my hand. This is a good sign of a possible fine dry fly day.
I noticed this Trillium in a full flowering bud. It was close to exploding. I think it is a white Trillium, and I must get back there soon to see it in bloom.
I had on a Adams parachute and tossed it into a good looking pool. The fly drifted through the pool all the way to the back and nothing. At this time of year the brook trout will strike a fly any where in the pool. They will see it from any location. It was hard to believe that such a pool did not hold a fish. After several more casts with no result I was about to move on. As I drew the fly up through the broken riffles at the head the rise broke the surface. I had my first hookup of the day.
A fine brook trout on the dry.
I fished that Adams along the stream, in the riffles and pools. It did not give me another fish. Look at this stretch of water, man that's a hotspot if ever there was, but nothing. Tied on a Picket Pin and it was all that was needed for the day.
Picket Pin results.
As the morning moved on the sun broke out. With that the bugs began to appear. Lesson #1 do not go afield on a damp spring day with out bug spray.
I fished this day with the pleasure of a peaceful quiet woodland stream, and several of its willing inhabitants were to grace my eyes.