Often times you have heard me mention that Autumn is that "glorious" season. Well in that glorious season is the highlight of that season and that's October. The month came to an end yesterday and luckily I was able to fish on the next to the last day. For the most part the leaves have peaked, and have fallen. The streams have been cleared of the floaters and dry flies can again be fished without a hassle. Cold nights have brought the clarity of the streams to brilliance. With the leaf canopy gone and super clear water the brook trout are even more skittish.
A "wishing well" a dry fly floated here with the wish of a take.
Walking along here it was nice to hear the stream talking. A sort of trance takes over and is suddenly broken by the rise of a trout.
It's great to hold such a remarkable creature, a survivor who looks to be in good condition.
So many places to hide..better be quiet.
Oh those hemlocks, brook trout magnets. I walk far upstream and let the big fly float slowly down until it just passes the hemlock. I see the wake of the fish and then the explosion. "Fish on"
October's finest,in this glorious season.