Red Brook Part 2

Time spent walking this path was as enjoyable as hooking a sea-run brook trout. The mornings were especially beautiful, the nights dampness creating those wonderful smells found only in nature. The birds seem more vocal and the wildlife can be quite close to you, sometimes to close as Jeanette found out. While walking she came very close to a bobcat. She was about 12 feet away and face to face when the cat bolted. When left alone nature can rebound in some of the most beautiful ways.

The flora is strikingly beautiful. Small blooms can stand out like stars on a clear dark night. Spring is truly here at Lyman Reserve.

The whole of Red Brook is beautiful, but this spot was a stand out. There were so many variations of water in this small run-pool. The currents caused a very deep hole on both the front and back of the log jam. An eddy developed briefly behind the jam before breaking into a swift smooth run. This is where many of my hookups took place.

A wild brook trout, with some of the most pronounced colors seen in a spring brook trout. He was perfectly shaped and fought with such vigor. The little glass 3wt had all it could handle with this fish.

Can anything be better in this life than to be fishing in such a place in the early morning? Maybe but not many.

These brook trout are accustomed to seeing many types of small baitfish, and will readily take a streamer. Mallard wing as well as marabou streamers worked very well here.

Lunch, not homemade but still very satisfying.

In spring new life abounds, both on land and......

in the stream. This little guy was hovering over a log. Born perhaps several week ago and showing his brook trout markings.

Without a doubt, "a bad hair day"...one of the better streamers of the day.