Yesterday was opening day of Connecticut's trout season. I had the pleasure of meeting Mark and fishing a small stream. Muffins and coffee in the parking lot and then a few hours of trying to coax a few wild trout to take a fly. The stream was flowing nicely, up a bit, but fishable. The weather was very nice considering it was not supposed to be.
My first fish of the day, a wild brown. He spit the fly but waited for me to take a photo.
Stalking wild trout. Bright sun, crystal clear water, and no leaf canopy...better be on your "A" game.
The afternoon brought some fish to the surface, always welcomed.
A most precious jewel, giving me a chance to take him on a dry fly.
A beautiful day indeed.
|New England's Wild Char|
Did I ever mention to you that I love these.