Up before the sun, turned the car in the direction of eastern Connecticut and off I went. I had a particular stream in mind, a stream that was an hour plus ride or two coffees. I had not been here since last fall so what to expect was an unknown. As I pulled off the town road and onto the dirt forest road the sun could be seen filtering through the trees. A short drive down the road and I saw the little bridge that I must cross to get to the stream. A quick glance upstream gave me that wonderful feeling that the stream was A OK...Parking the car I soon was geared up and eager to cast a fly.
The little stream, it's dark waters home to some of the prettiest dark brook trout ever to take a fly.
The first strike and hook-up came soon. The brookie that came to hand was not what I was used to from this stream. He was quite colorful.
The stream meanders through some sparse hemlocks, and casting is not an issue.
The next brook trout took a dry fly-twice in fact. He was a fighter and used the stream to his advantage. When at hand he was a bit darker but again not normal for this stream.
I hooked and lost a few in this stretch....yes folks they win at times.
In the little run just under the fallen log a streak came off the bottom and slammed the fly. I could tell the fish was a bit bigger than normal. And as I guided him to my hand I saw a prime example of a native wild charr.
This day was a 10 best so far this year. Hopefully I'll have a few more like it.