Yesterday I took a hike up a stream I had fished before. I was determined to follow it up as far as I could and fish new areas I had never tossed a fly upon, sort of like virgin water. What I found was a brook trout stronghold, a stream that was as pristine as any I have ever fished. A forest setting that was full of hemlock and hardwood, springs and laurel, and wildlife that had me a bit on edge. I'm going to take you with me.
Deep pools with undercuts were in abundance. There were riffles that held brook trout this day. There were areas of laurel so thick that I said "you have to be crazy to go through it" but I did. There was a price to be paid for it though. That price was a very sore back..a muscle pull like no other I've ever had.
Rewards "oh yes" brook trout with attitudes.
While walking I found another stream coming into the one I was fishing. I did not explore this one, perhaps for another time.
It was right around here that I encountered a three canine companions. I was fishing a run and really focused. I looked to my back, having the feeling someone was watching me and there were three coyotes. They were close but they did not look to be aggressive. We sort of eyed each other for a few moments and they just walked off.
I continued to walk and fish, picking up some beautiful brookies.
Not much used, or needed....keeping it simple.
One of the wonderful highlights of this outing was my catching many of the brookies on dry flies, and the "Bomber" was tops.
What I found out today was the brookies that took the Bomber were all taken in the riffles. Not one fish rose in the pools.
To say this was a good day would be an understatement. Days like this are good in June but are truly spectacular in February.