After several Saturday morning duties I had and hour or three available to do some fishing. The stream was Little Creek and it was close by so that if the skies opened up as they were supposed to according to the most accurate forecast in the state...oh well, still waiting for that first drop. Back on track now. the stream was low and clear. A stream temp told me that the water was cold. Visual observations showed me nothing so fly choice would be a dry. A 'bomber' was first up and the fly was not treated with respect. In pool and riffle the trout were not interested. Several other well knowns were called on and met with the same disrespect. I changed to a soft hackle, the thought was that maybe they would take it being under the surface and this way they would feel safer and not exposed. The fly was a gray hackle peacock and a good choice it was.
On the second cast this beautiful wild brookie hit the fly. A strong fish for this stream.
All along Little Creek the gray hackle peacock did it's magic.
I saw this bird rock hopping. I don't know what it is but it's colors rival the brook trout.
The Gray Hackle Peacock after it had been chewed on for two hours.
This native char had a tail that was so red. I had hoped it's color showed in the photo but it was not to be....still strikingly beautiful. Did I ever mention that I love these fish?