Cabin Creek, this lovely little stream that flows through some very pretty scenery. The mix of hardwood and fir is so pleasing to the eye. I have not been fishing here in some time so I was anxious to see how it fared over the summer and early fall. The waters were flowing and although a good rainfall would help it seemed to be just fine. It did not take long for the first fish to pick me out and he was soon gone. I did not know if it was a brown or a brook trout for this stream has both.
I came upon a stand of these little fir trees. They stood straight and strong. Their branches seemed almost perfect. Later this month Jeanette and I will come back to decorate this little tree. The ornaments will be pop corn, suet in various colors, and an assortment of nuts.
I know I said that fishing is not catching but a tug on the line would help. Coming upon a place like this told me there is a trout in here. The fly entered the water and the fish grabbed it. I was fortunate to bring him to hand.
A handsome wild brown...the only fish that came to hand, but what a treasure.
This small run produced two hook-ups but both were lost.
A wonderful day on Cabin Creek.