I woke up at five with the intention of being stream side at 6. Breakfast was a fried egg and a half of an English muffin and two cups of coffee. The Honda was rolling east and soon I was at my destination. But rather than fish the familiar section of stream I chose to explore a bit. Please join me and lets see what happens.
I know there is a stream out there. The only issue was the heavy head high flora in the way. My walk through the field was tough, but the smells and the color made it OK.
When I got to the tree line I saw the stream...a beautiful sight.
I stopped here for a spell, just taking in the sights and sounds of this pristine wild place. While I enjoy the solitude I am really never alone.
A companion, while they can't tell you what fly to use they still add to the pleasure.
Looking upstream I noticed a rise. The brook trout grabbed something on the bank....perhaps a grasshopper, or damsel fly.
I gazed downstream looking at a place to enter the narrow stream. A problem is that the bottom is so soft in places that it's better to challenge the briars, well maybe not.
The fly, "The Cinberg"...this fly has a following among brook trout fly fishers. The fly first fished in the Catskills in now a favorite of mine. This fly was tied by a fellow from New Jersey, his name is Chuck, also known as "Barleywine" on various forums.
I gazed at the trout rise, he came up several times in the span of a minute.
I could see the brook trout. He was a sitting along the bottom, and I knew he saw me. The issue was the cast. Once the cast was made either the fly, line or my movement would have spooked the fish. I moved a bit further upstream and just flicked the fly out into the current. The plan was to let it drift downstream by itself with no casting involved. The Cinberg moved close to him, he moved quickly to the fly and then he struck. I pulled back and the fish was hooked.
He battled as if he were a giant. Gills flaring and his flanks became inflamed. I soon got control and the wild jewel was at hand. As I lifted him up to take a photo I noticed the fly came out. I had only seconds to get a photo and that was of his release.
Goodbye friend...we will meet again I'm certain.