Yesterday Kirk and I got together and fished a few small streams. We had selected some of our favorites, and with the beautiful weather we were to have the anticipation was high. I won't go into detail about the day other than to say it was a best ten. The fish were there and they were hungry. I tied on one fly and stayed with it all day. Kirk after taking notice of the airborne insects went to the dry fly.
There were a lot of these as well as caddis and stoneflies.
What was to happen in this stream could not be even thought of happening. I cast the fly thorough the run several times and on one of those casts I felt a strike like I have never felt in a small stream. The line went tight and the 3wt bent like it never did before. I was at the beginning of an epic fight that took many long minutes to win. The brook trout made its weight felt when I began to get it close. That's when it ran, power like a steelhead. Kirk had been watching and made a comment.."your going to need a net", and neither one of us had one. Kirk said I have one in the truck and ran through the woods to his truck to get it. While this was taking place I still had a big angry brook trout to deal with and it showed no signs of giving up.
Finally the brook trout came in, and Kirk put the net underwater and lifted the fish up. It was an awesome fish. This beautiful lady had been in this brook for sometime, seeing years of hardship and plenty and survived.
That is a size 14 dry fly in the corner of her mouth.
She was released to the waters she is familiar with and disappeared in seconds. That was the biggest brook trout from a Connecticut small stream I have ever caught.
This is the fly, it will be retired.
While this stream has no name, finding this on the bottom I decided to name the stream "Pick Ax Creek"