|A beautiful reflection, "small stream style"|
As I moved along the stream I noticed a few things. The places where I had before taken brookies were now void of them. Where did they go?
Well I finally managed to get one to take a dry fly. How beautiful is this...a male brook trout decked out in his autumn attire, rising to a classic dry fly...folks it does not get better then that.
The water at times looked so black. With the colored fallen leaves it looked like a night sky with the stars sparkling brightly.
I managed to fool a few more, I was surprised that all of the trout today were taken on dry flies.
But what was a plus this day was the sight of brook trout spawning all along the stream. I did not disturb them for their mission is far to important.
Mission accomplished....I viewed to whole process here. Thanks.