Bushwhacking a new blue line.

Today was a day I chose to check out a new blue line. I had attempted this one other time and some how got turned around and never found it, this time I looked a bit further and there it was. The stream was at typical July flows with a water temp of 62 degrees. The stream bed is mostly rock, and slippery rock I'll add. Some of the stream has areas that have very muddy bottoms, but they to surprised me. Many of the plunges were swift and deep, with blowdowns and laurel tossed in for fun.

The weather this day was better suited for lying on the beach within swimming range, or an air conditioned room tying flies. The air temp was around 80 and the humidity was oppressive. I was sweating like hell just tying on a fly. Thankfully it was shaded along the stream.

It did not take long for the action to start. My first hookup took place in the pool with the tree. The fly floated and the trout rose.

Not a surprise that the stream had brookies in it, but the surprise was when I brought the the fish to hand. A beautifully colored young male.

I'm not a guy that gets upset when I loose a fish, it's part of the experience. But when you loose two of the biggest brook trout of the season, and from the same pool no less that required a swear word.

 All brook trout are wonderful to take on the fly. Notice the dark body of this fish. You can have your stocked fish, make mine wild.

I fished to the area just above this pool. I called it a day, the heat winning the match. Three bottles of water, and a forth cold one at the car, many brookies pricked and a few to hand, and another stream to further check just as soon as it's cooler.