April in Connecticut. This is the scene here in by back yard on Sunday morning. When I went to bed Saturday night all was well, the morning not so. After my first cup of Nantucket the shock seemed to lessen. Oh well on with Spring...snow again this morning.
The last time I fished was Thursday of last week, the last day of March. The weather was a balmy 65 and the sun at times was brilliant. I chose a stream in Massachusetts, one I have fished before only this time I drifted a bit further into new areas.
The stream is some what open and that makes for easier casting, the edges were a tad rugged with some pretty impressive boulders to deal with.
A typical pool. This one gave up a brook trout or two. There may have been more in there but the bright sun may have cautioned the others.
A scrappy fella..leaped like a salmon.
I came upon this old mill-factory...perhaps at one time the major employer of the region. I sat here and enjoyed a peanut butter cracker or two, and drifted back to that era when the mill workers did the same as they took a lunch break.
Another wild beauty. I noticed that a lot of these char are in great shape. Many of the males like this one will be spectacular come Autumn. This one also has the start of a awesome hook jaw.
Well it's going to be awhile before I can return here. So I'll place the fly back in the box and have another cup of coffee on this snowy Monday morning in April.