One day last week I had an incredible outing. It was made so not by the number of fish caught but by how. The day was one of those picture perfect mid October days. Bright blue sky with a little breeze, and cool enough for a flannel shirt. I started fishing in a familiar spot and as usual I was recognized and the brookies were scattering. I waited the appropriate amount of time to allow things to settle down and soon I saw the fish return. I tied on a small soft-hackle and cast to some holding fish. I must have cast to those fish for what seemed like an hour and all I had to show for it was a faint move to the fly once. I guess this was going to be one of those days.
A slow day is not that bad especially when your spending the time in a place as this.
The brook trout was a female with a beautiful dark coloration. Look at the dots and halos on this fish. A big dry fly fooled this lady.
The stream almost seems to blend in with the surrounding land.
Ever make a bad cast...a twisted leader and a bunch of line that just heaped up at you feet. It happened here but this brookie did not care.