Monday I teamed up with Pete,aka "TROUTI" for a brush busting small stream outing. We arrived at the stream around 10:30 with some bright sunshine at our backs. We were both armed with Cabelas 5'9" 3wt glass rods and enough flies to handle all challenges. I had tied up a few flies to be used this day and gave a couple to Pete to try. Geared up we started for the water. The stream was cold, clear and full of leaves in places. These leaf jams proved to be hiding places for the brook trout. On numerous times the fly when near these leaf hideouts took a vicious strike, and a hookup or two.
We each hooked up swiftly to the resident chubs, these silver bullets will bend your rod like you would never believe. It was Pete who first got on board with a beautiful wild brookie. The roll cast was made near a log undercut and the flymph struck.
Pete with a "family secret" brook trout at hand.
As we fished the stream we encountered several trout holding in the deeper holes. Some of the trout scattered like crazy ants, and others held there ground.
In the pool above on the other side of the tree a wet fly cast, I should say it was more like a toss, to the slack water. The fly lay almost motionless for a few seconds. As I moved the fly a swirl and a hard take. I could tell the fish was a good one. Several strong runs and some bottom bull dogging occurred before the trout was subdued. As I laid my hand in the water and lifted him up the thought came to mind.."prime condition" a quick photo and off he went.
We continued to walk and fish, each of us commenting on what a day it had been. That's when we noticed four of the most beautiful BIG brook trout. They were moving near the bank just under the tree branch. I told Pete to have at it and try to fool one of these lunkers.
Pete in position to present the fly. He would have one maybe two casts before the trout would spook. He made a cast and the trout struck. You could tell by the swirl that it was a big fish. Pete's rod bent big time and the trout was on/off...in seconds. We both tried to get these fish to take but it was not to be.
On the way out we met this gent who was on the finishing strokes of a fine oil painting of one of the pools we had fished earlier.