All the insect bites and sweat, the tired muscles, and the scraped knee were well worth it. I hope these images can show you what a wonderful experience a small stream can bring.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Soft hackle wet fly or nymph....what say you?
Saturday, July 25, 2015
The answer was yes. Flies that were drifted in such places were able to wake up the waters with slashes and splashes.
After a morning of fishing I went back to the Honda for a snack. I had a nice hot coffee in the early morning and left it in the cup holder. What was left was cold but still tasted good with the peanut butter crackers. I scanned the map and found I could fish another area stream for an hour or so, well off I was.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Monday, July 20, 2015
The "Black Ghost"
The "Black Nose Dace"
The "Royal Coachman"
Try to stay cool my friends.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
|Rowan stalking wild brook trout.|
A very nice brookie taken by Rowan.
We continued to move upstream finding one inviting pool after another. A few fish were also hooked in some of the deeper runs.
My first brook trout of the day. The "bomber" strikes again.
This pool has several places where one might find a willing brookie, but it has one "sweet spot" where you know a fish lurks. Know where?
Another "bomber brook trout". The bomber and a black ant were the only flies that worked for me that day.
What do you think of my lunch?
Thursday, July 16, 2015
My first brook trout of the day. These fish are so spunky, and beautiful.
This day started bright and colorful, and ended even more so.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
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.
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.