Dawn broke on a cool crisp day, a day when a flannel shirt was in order. It was one of those day's that refreshed all who faced it. I had my coffee and left the house early. I was hoping to get a glimpse of some wildlife in a field on the way to a stream. Upon arriving, and putting on my waders I met a couple of the landowners near where I fish. We chatted for a spell, they were happy to see some sort of resemblance of autumn finally making an appearance. As I entered the field to access the stream I was taken in by the colors of the goldenrod, that stuff is beautiful especially if you don't have allergies. I soon reached the waters edge, without seeing any deer, but there was plenty of signs that they were there earlier.
Autumn in New England just beckons me to fish classic streamers. The bright colors of their feathers just seem to fit with the season. It is a time when brook trout are getting that call that comes with the shorter days and cooler weather to get ready to bring on a new cycle in their lives. At this time the males get pretty aggressive and a bright streamer gets their attention....this was such a day.
There were some deep pockets along this stretch of stream. The streamer wad cast and worked back. After several tries I had a brook trout follow but backed down from a strike. Another cast to the side of the stream and the fly was stripped back across the stream and that's when the fish took. I could see the orange missile shoot for cover. I soon persuaded him to come my way.
A beautiful wild brook trout taken on a classic New England streamer. What a day.