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.
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..........