These past few days we have been entertaining Parker. Yesterday morning I was given permission by Parker to take a few hours and visit the river and I did not waste any time in taking him up on his kind gesture.
I was on the water by 7 and was into my first fish by 7:15. The river was alive with fish rising...to what I don't know. I looked for flies in the air, spinners on the water, and nothing was there, still the trout kept rising. I fished a variety of dry flies, wets and even a streamer and they did not take anything. It was a bit frustrating, seeing how brookies are not fussy but on this river that idea is out the window.
I moved upstream and found some willing fish. These guys took soft-hackles.
Riffles...those magical places where nice things happen.
Look what came from those riffles. This was a strong brook trout and I'll add a beautiful brook trout.
This attractor got hit very hard in the riffles.
This was a good few hours....and as Mark suggested the trout may have been feeding on "Tricos" those little flies....I tied up a couple of them in size 20 and will try them if I ever run into fish rising to nothing I can see.