Yesterday I took a walk and brought along my fly rod to what i call my home waters. It's a classic small stream that's pretty close to home. I've been fishing this stream for a lot of years and could probably tell you everywhere a trout holds. This is the first time back since early April. I was excited to see my stream flowing nicely. The stream has changed like they usually do, with branches and other natural debris. All this is expected but does it have to fall in the prime locations..oh well.
Ant patterns were all that was needed this day. They were taken readily.
Truly wild and truly beautiful.
The mountain laurel is in bloom and the hillsides look like there's snow on them.
There are some deep undercuts along the banks. Flies drifted to close get hammered.
And this brown did some serious hammering...side note I hooked him on the first drift, lost him while bring it in...two casts later hooked him again...I guess the ant tasted good.
Everywhere you look you see lush green foliage.
Great little pool, hooked several here.