Woods, Wild Flowers, and Wild Brook Trout

Yesterday the plan was to meet Kirk and do some small stream angling. This was to be Kirk's first outing in about a month and he was pretty anxious to toss a fly. We arrived at the first stream about 7am, which is about an hour earlier than most brook trout wake up. Over the years of fishing small streams one of the things I have found out is the fact that most brook trout do not like to wake up and start their daily routines until 8am at the earliest. For me the action seems best around 10-11am.

Well at this first stream and on my second cast I hooked a brookie, the time about 7. Not all is etched in stone. As it turned out that was the last fish I hooked for some time. The sun was coming through the trees and bringing the woods to life. It was a cool morning which I favor and the insect activity was minimal. We moved on to another stream and found it to be not flowing with the same intensity as the last stream. We fished a few fast runs, and plunges with some interest paid to our flies. Then at a deep pool that flows alongside a large boulder I heard Kirk shout he had hooked a nice one. As he walked towards me he said he had landed a beautiful wild brown, unfortunately the camera failed due to bad batteries.

The mountain laurel is in bloom and creates some natural beauty throughout the woods. After a brief coffee break we hit the last stream of the day. It's a stream that we have fished many times over the years. The stream holds wild brook trout and has some of the most beautiful streams in Connecticut.

It was along this run that a brook trout rose to the dry. The fish was spunky and full of fight. Moments later I was gifted with a reward.

For a few seconds I was able to hold a wonder of nature. A quick photo and he was back in is home. The colors and orange spotting on this fish make it really stand out.

I moved further downstream to this fast and deep run-pool. An area where you would expect a fish to be. You know what, there was. The brookie hit the Crowningshield and then the action began. This brookie was tough and used the whole pool to try to make his escape. But in the end the little glass 3wt was to much to overcome.

This was one of my better fish taken from this stream. As it turned out it was to be the last fish of the day.

Clear cold water, a must for wild brook trout.

Wild daisies, so fitting..........