After several weeks of fishing the Farmington the urge was there to find some solitude among the wild trout of my favorite small stream. Yesterday I was out in the rain checking on it. The flow was OK and the water temp was 60. Sunrise today found me having coffee and oatmeal and trying to decide where I was going to start. There is an upper stream and an outback stream, the latter can be rough, the former much more friendly. I chose the friendly section.
The sun coming through the trees and flooding the fields with such glorious light...the day was a success already and a fly never touched the water.
This stream has been a good friend to me for years, and this day that friendship continued.
To say I was astonished at this fish would be an understatement. I was in utter awe. The true beauty of this wild brown cannot be realized in a photo.
I moved along and continued to find willing fish.
This stream also holds a few brook trout, and I was fortunate to take a few.
The flies of the day..I would have bet the car that dries would have dominated.
These small stream brookies have some beautiful colors.
A morning on a small stream, I am refreshed, faith restored and now its time to heal the sore knees.